Lyrics

How you the boss, but you can't afford it My yuddy hangin' out the Taurus
Catch a body, he gon' get rewarded So you know he lift him out his Jordans
You play friendly, get extorted Now you sick, and you can't avoid it
You see a crime, do not report it You crashed out, cause your life is boring
And chase clout, cause you not important That sucka shit, I do not support it
Fuck how you feel, that's just how we on it Bring the whole gang on the road, call it
a set trip Everybody name on they chain, that BMF shit
Can't blow all of your dough, make an investment I ain't got the biggest bag, but I'm the most
respected Got Siamese Glocks, those brand new twins
Know a shooter with a rifle, bought a brand new lens
Get you shot from a roof, watch you bleed on friends
It hold 1 plus 9, and he don't need all 10 Nah, the stand up type, we don't bend
It get dizzy when it's litty, ****, we gon' spin
For real, I'm backin' out, I ain't really with the back and forth
**** shootin' and it's not a sport **** dyin', life hella short
My ice cup full of taylor port Got me feelin' like I could teleport
Her long weave, that's hella horses But I ain't tryin' be friends, bitch, I'm
tryin' have intercourse Head tap me with a shell if I ever tell
I can speak about them hoes, I know em' very well
I give em' dick and they give me hell And believe me, ain't a bitch that leave me
and live a fairy tale Whatever I do, I do it well
Like here, Roll this L, it rocked in C&H, we don't do Chanel
You ain't got opps if you ain't bled one Laugh at my Baldy, I'm gettin' him shot while
he gettin' his dreads done Shout out to **** that ain't said none
My cousin sleepin' on some money, told me wake him when the feds come
Chill, like chill, man, cuz takin' a trap nap Let cuz sleep, man, they ain't kick, man
He good, we good, ready
Written by: Rahliem El Abdul Johnson
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