Im Counting Soo Much Money
That My Thumbs Starting To Hurt
Plucking through these rubber bands
Niggas know im bout dat work
Want a Song Want a Song U Can Hit Me on the chirp
Dirty bitches out here f*cking for a gram and a perc
Call me iPhone Battery Cuz i be charged up
I don't leave the shells on the scene i shoot revolvers
Yea im bout it... my mother bout it and my father
Niggas doubted i still did it
Still bossed up
Infrared beam leave him on the scene
Dont beef on social sites leave his message on seen
You old rappers burnt out sipping on lean
Ain't no one going make it ima take the whole team
Slide Down Nigga If U Really Want War
Bang 1 Time Bang Bang Bang Somemore
I dont fw niggas cuz you niggas is some whores
What you Kno Bout Police Kickin In Them Vacant Doors
What You Know Bout Being
In the hole or in a drought
What you Know Bout Hittin
Out the Hole and Making Out
U dont know cuz niggas
Always tell u kick it out
Run to the Law Imma Run In Your Mouth
Im Counting Soo Much Money
That My Thumbs Starting To Hurt
Plucking through these rubber bands
Niggas know im bout dat work
Want a Song Want a Song U Can Hit Me on the chirp
Dirty bitches out here f*cking for a gram and a perc
Call me iPhone Battery Cuz i be charged up
I don't leave the shells on the scene i shoot revolvers
Yea im bout it... my mother bout it and my father
Niggas doubted i still did it
Still bossed up