What you sayin
You ain't got no money, boy
I was up at EGP
Trappin' off the Android
We ain't with that talkin' shit
You better show your own hands, boy
Diamonds doin' dancin' shit
In traffic, we be floatin
Six pills on me, they search me down
I pray that they don't notice
Don't come around, these niggas ain't got aim
They know they bogus
My twin, my twin, they hating
Like they asked for Mr. Mosby
You hit that right, I hit that left
We finna get a trophy
You see me, never loafin
Keep it on you, I'm not goin
I got hit the plug, we hit the streets
The forecast said it's snowing
I pop out, In any weather
I'ma ghost so they can't see
You ain't slide for nun of your brothers
That's a nigga I can't be
Keep your enemies in check
You gotta go and get them first
Niggas talkin' bout some rappin' shit
But can't even spit no verse
It's some shit that come with ease
I'm all legit, ain't nothin' rehearsed
I heard shorty bent that block
And ain't nobody said a word
I got birds that come to me
They let me know we got a purge
You can't be my bitch
You gotta have a switch up in your purse
I ain't mad about shit
We really had to get it out the dirt
I woke up tryna find my supplements
They said that shit a curse
I got put in work
Hit the gym and go berserk
We bout Glocks and chops
Protect the block
We tryna defend the turf
Switch up on that gun
This ain't no semi
This bitch got a burst
We collect the funds
We up all night
Until they start to chirp
You think we forgot
That's what I like
That's when we start to lurk
Now this ain't no fight
I need that life
I know this shit might hurt
I keep buyin' pipes
I tryna sleep
I went up out this earth
Dollar signs, that's everything we need
You gotta know the worth
What you sayin
You ain't got no money, boy
Hold us up at EGP
Droppin' off the Android
We ain't with that talkin' shit
You better show your hands, boy
Demons doin' dancin' shit
In traffic, we be floatin
Six pills on me, they search me down
I pray that they don't notice
Don't come around
These niggas ain't got hate
They know they bogus
My tour, my tour, they hatin
Like they ask who missed the most
You hit that right, I hit that left
We finna get a trophy
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What you sayin
You ain't got no money, boy
I was up at EGP
Trappin' off the Android
We ain't with that talkin' shit
You better show your own hands, boy
Diamonds doin' dancin' shit
In traffic, we be floatin
Six pills on me, they search me down
I pray that they don't notice
Don't come around, these niggas ain't got aim
They know they bogus
My twin, my twin, they hating
Like they asked for Mr. Mosby
You hit that right, I hit that left
We finna get a trophy
You see me, never loafin
Keep it on you, I'm not goin
I got hit the plug, we hit the streets
The forecast said it's snowing
I pop out, In any weather
I'ma ghost so they can't see
You ain't slide for nun of your brothers
That's a nigga I can't be
Keep your enemies in check
You gotta go and get them first
Niggas talkin' bout some rappin' shit
But can't even spit no verse
It's some shit that come with ease
I'm all legit, ain't nothin' rehearsed
I heard shorty bent that block
And ain't nobody said a word
I got birds that come to me
They let me know we got a purge
You can't be my bitch
You gotta have a switch up in your purse
I ain't mad about shit
We really had to get it out the dirt
I woke up tryna find my supplements
They said that shit a curse
I got put in work
Hit the gym and go berserk
We bout Glocks and chops
Protect the block
We tryna defend the turf
Switch up on that gun
This ain't no semi
This bitch got a burst
We collect the funds
We up all night
Until they start to chirp
You think we forgot
That's what I like
That's when we start to lurk
Now this ain't no fight
I need that life
I know this shit might hurt
I keep buyin' pipes
I tryna sleep
I went up out this earth
Dollar signs, that's everything we need
You gotta know the worth
What you sayin
You ain't got no money, boy
Hold us up at EGP
Droppin' off the Android
We ain't with that talkin' shit
You better show your hands, boy
Demons doin' dancin' shit
In traffic, we be floatin
Six pills on me, they search me down
I pray that they don't notice
Don't come around
These niggas ain't got hate
They know they bogus
My tour, my tour, they hatin
Like they ask who missed the most
You hit that right, I hit that left
We finna get a trophy
You ain't got no money, boy
I was up at EGP
Trappin' off the Android
We ain't with that talkin' shit
You better show your own hands, boy
Diamonds doin' dancin' shit
In traffic, we be floatin
Six pills on me, they search me down
I pray that they don't notice
Don't come around, these niggas ain't got aim
They know they bogus
My twin, my twin, they hating
Like they asked for Mr. Mosby
You hit that right, I hit that left
We finna get a trophy
You see me, never loafin
Keep it on you, I'm not goin
I got hit the plug, we hit the streets
The forecast said it's snowing
I pop out, In any weather
I'ma ghost so they can't see
You ain't slide for nun of your brothers
That's a nigga I can't be
Keep your enemies in check
You gotta go and get them first
Niggas talkin' bout some rappin' shit
But can't even spit no verse
It's some shit that come with ease
I'm all legit, ain't nothin' rehearsed
I heard shorty bent that block
And ain't nobody said a word
I got birds that come to me
They let me know we got a purge
You can't be my bitch
You gotta have a switch up in your purse
I ain't mad about shit
We really had to get it out the dirt
I woke up tryna find my supplements
They said that shit a curse
I got put in work
Hit the gym and go berserk
We bout Glocks and chops
Protect the block
We tryna defend the turf
Switch up on that gun
This ain't no semi
This bitch got a burst
We collect the funds
We up all night
Until they start to chirp
You think we forgot
That's what I like
That's when we start to lurk
Now this ain't no fight
I need that life
I know this shit might hurt
I keep buyin' pipes
I tryna sleep
I went up out this earth
Dollar signs, that's everything we need
You gotta know the worth
What you sayin
You ain't got no money, boy
Hold us up at EGP
Droppin' off the Android
We ain't with that talkin' shit
You better show your hands, boy
Demons doin' dancin' shit
In traffic, we be floatin
Six pills on me, they search me down
I pray that they don't notice
Don't come around
These niggas ain't got hate
They know they bogus
My tour, my tour, they hatin
Like they ask who missed the most
You hit that right, I hit that left
We finna get a trophy
Writer: Lazareon Anderson
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