Yeah
Peep, everything I talk about, you gon' see me with it
I don't know what they about, but I know we them niggas
Put on my Fear of God, and hop right in the Demon with it
They'll rather bird box before they see me winning
Bladada, Let the choppa talk
I ain't into speaking, The whippy push to start
I don't even got no keys in this one
Bitch, I grind like no other, you can't say it was luck
They gon' hate you, or they gon' love you Juss keep doin yoself
DND, she get the voicemail, cause bitch, I'm running it up
Hit the mall, four pockets full
Get to running a muck
I remember them days where a nigga had to run to the bus
Can't take it with me, why would I be scared to spend it a lil sum
Yeah, a million dollar race
I don't care for first place
Just know I gotta make it. You can hate it, you can love it
But bitch, you gotta face it
The way my niggas sinning , you'll probably think we atheists
Steppin' in this Christian, my granny probably hate these
We up Gouda when we take flicks
We don't say cheese
She love her nigga, but she like me ima stay P
Ima keep riding till da motherf*ckin tank E nicca,
I don't play by my respect, cause that's a big thing to me
I don't play by my pape, cause that's a big thing to me
If you're not talking about it bag, you don't got no reason to speak to me
If you wasn't hungry with me, why would I let you eat with me
V Lone on my back, but the whole team winning
He the hardest nigga alive until the choppa preach to him
Balinciaga , Lot of blues
Big B's with me
A lot of choppas, a lot of coupes
Nigga, big C's with me
If I want it, I'ma get it
That's a promise though
He keep popping it, but he don't want no problem though
Big bags, when we walking out the Prada store
These look like socks, but these Balenciaga's though
He an Instagram shooter
We've seen a lot of those
But I take a threat as a threat
You still gotta go
You don't got no reason for a vest
We shoot above the throat
We not impressed by that shit he promote
Cause we know he a ho
Pull up in some kicks that I can't even pronounce
I'm thinkin rich as the f*ck
Should be my pronouns
He see us, he tuck his trophies
Cause he know what we bout
We hop on feet 762s and we walk niggas down
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English
Yeah
Peep, everything I talk about, you gon' see me with it
I don't know what they about, but I know we them niggas
Put on my Fear of God, and hop right in the Demon with it
They'll rather bird box before they see me winning
Bladada, Let the choppa talk
I ain't into speaking, The whippy push to start
I don't even got no keys in this one
Bitch, I grind like no other, you can't say it was luck
They gon' hate you, or they gon' love you Juss keep doin yoself
DND, she get the voicemail, cause bitch, I'm running it up
Hit the mall, four pockets full
Get to running a muck
I remember them days where a nigga had to run to the bus
Can't take it with me, why would I be scared to spend it a lil sum
Yeah, a million dollar race
I don't care for first place
Just know I gotta make it. You can hate it, you can love it
But bitch, you gotta face it
The way my niggas sinning , you'll probably think we atheists
Steppin' in this Christian, my granny probably hate these
We up Gouda when we take flicks
We don't say cheese
She love her nigga, but she like me ima stay P
Ima keep riding till da motherf*ckin tank E nicca,
I don't play by my respect, cause that's a big thing to me
I don't play by my pape, cause that's a big thing to me
If you're not talking about it bag, you don't got no reason to speak to me
If you wasn't hungry with me, why would I let you eat with me
V Lone on my back, but the whole team winning
He the hardest nigga alive until the choppa preach to him
Balinciaga , Lot of blues
Big B's with me
A lot of choppas, a lot of coupes
Nigga, big C's with me
If I want it, I'ma get it
That's a promise though
He keep popping it, but he don't want no problem though
Big bags, when we walking out the Prada store
These look like socks, but these Balenciaga's though
He an Instagram shooter
We've seen a lot of those
But I take a threat as a threat
You still gotta go
You don't got no reason for a vest
We shoot above the throat
We not impressed by that shit he promote
Cause we know he a ho
Pull up in some kicks that I can't even pronounce
I'm thinkin rich as the f*ck
Should be my pronouns
He see us, he tuck his trophies
Cause he know what we bout
We hop on feet 762s and we walk niggas down
Peep, everything I talk about, you gon' see me with it
I don't know what they about, but I know we them niggas
Put on my Fear of God, and hop right in the Demon with it
They'll rather bird box before they see me winning
Bladada, Let the choppa talk
I ain't into speaking, The whippy push to start
I don't even got no keys in this one
Bitch, I grind like no other, you can't say it was luck
They gon' hate you, or they gon' love you Juss keep doin yoself
DND, she get the voicemail, cause bitch, I'm running it up
Hit the mall, four pockets full
Get to running a muck
I remember them days where a nigga had to run to the bus
Can't take it with me, why would I be scared to spend it a lil sum
Yeah, a million dollar race
I don't care for first place
Just know I gotta make it. You can hate it, you can love it
But bitch, you gotta face it
The way my niggas sinning , you'll probably think we atheists
Steppin' in this Christian, my granny probably hate these
We up Gouda when we take flicks
We don't say cheese
She love her nigga, but she like me ima stay P
Ima keep riding till da motherf*ckin tank E nicca,
I don't play by my respect, cause that's a big thing to me
I don't play by my pape, cause that's a big thing to me
If you're not talking about it bag, you don't got no reason to speak to me
If you wasn't hungry with me, why would I let you eat with me
V Lone on my back, but the whole team winning
He the hardest nigga alive until the choppa preach to him
Balinciaga , Lot of blues
Big B's with me
A lot of choppas, a lot of coupes
Nigga, big C's with me
If I want it, I'ma get it
That's a promise though
He keep popping it, but he don't want no problem though
Big bags, when we walking out the Prada store
These look like socks, but these Balenciaga's though
He an Instagram shooter
We've seen a lot of those
But I take a threat as a threat
You still gotta go
You don't got no reason for a vest
We shoot above the throat
We not impressed by that shit he promote
Cause we know he a ho
Pull up in some kicks that I can't even pronounce
I'm thinkin rich as the f*ck
Should be my pronouns
He see us, he tuck his trophies
Cause he know what we bout
We hop on feet 762s and we walk niggas down
Writer: Hurc Thekidd
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