Lyrics

Aye let me go get in my mode
Let a fuck **** play in this bitch
I swear he ain't making it home
You know it's up in this bitch
If it's pressure I'm coming to see what you on
They pinging the tower
When we slide you know we can't use no phones
And that lil bit of bread, I put on his head
Cause buddy wasn't using his dome
Mosav my brother you know that he sliding whether it's wrong or right
Aye fuck all that catch me in traffic shit
Let's go and do it tonight
**** talking like he hard body
I ain't buying into the hype
Made bands on a off day, now a **** feeling alright
And we selling bows
You come to the trap, my **** don't question the price
And who got a bank
I swear if it's chase you know we can't drop on
it twice
My first pendant was ice
Never seen a honey bun in your life
**** hoes but I ain't surprised
We locked in ****, me and the guys
On the Gang bitch I knew I'd get rich
Tell the jeweler go ice out my wrist
In public I walk with a blick
If you approach me I'm upping that shit
Came home and I bought me a brick
Moncler when it's cold for the drip
Gotta move cause the opps on my dick
They just mad I ain't stressing bout a bitch
I came home and I'm back on my shit
In the mall I ain't taking no flicks
Send a Venmo I'll cash it for six
And the BOA never gonna clip
I get money I stay in the hood
Call up Kye he gonna bring out the wood
Kill the opps when we slide through they hood
I'm the plug so don't get it confused
Early morning I'm bagging up food
Hit it twice yeah I know what to do
Call my runner, he bring it to you
See the cops and we bussing a U
Hit it twice yeah I know what to do
See the cops and we bussing a U, Skrrrt
Written by: Kyereem Xavion Sackey
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