Lyrics

SG Rilla feel so good, all up in my neighborhood
Passion Playas is alive, making moves just like we should
Make that money, A$AP, no Rocky
Pass me that route, who the fuck gon' stop me?
Eight Ball living, passioned up everyday
Playa made, and my ****, yeah, we sipping on Sake
Shawty got mad, I missed her text, hold on, baby, I'll call you back
Texas ****, my pockets fat, I know that you bump this slab
Next time that you hate on me, might want to do it quietly
SG Rilla going up, violently in the highest key
That's your man that talk that shit, that's alright, I got that bitch
Now he want to shake the wrist, he not trying to be in the midst
**** always testing me, I got something for you, G
That's that fucking counting thing, hold up, let me make it bing
Forty-three, that's on me, forty-four, that's on me
Forty-five, that's on me, that's in your eye, that's on me
Say goodbye, that's on me, say goodnight, that's on me
Oh, bye-bye, that's on me, now you fired, that's on me
Forty-three, that's on me, forty-four, that's on me
Forty-five, that's on me, that's in your eye, that's on me
Say goodbye, that's on me, say night-night, that's on me
You a lie, that's on me, trying to fry, stupid ass ****
Written by: Stuart Goldsmith
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