Pull up to the back I don't do no fronts
My bitch come in twos I don't ask for much
Diamonds every color look like Captain Crunch
She f*ck me cause I'm me, I didn't even drop a buck
All I do is win I feel like DJ Khaled
My bitch on a diet she eat dick and salad
Stuff my Vallabassas with like 50 thousand
AMG sound just like your stomach growling
All you want is hoes on your page move a bow every day only got a phone for plays nigga Niggas think they demons better pray
One thing about the Moes that I know they don't play nigga
One two Nori coming for you
Three four in the money we on go
Five five shots to a nigga dome
Seven lines woke up hella late I gotta roll
Nine millimeters still kill ask your bro
Ten milli hit him you could look right through the hole
Eleven in the standard mag I brought it to the show
When I turned thirteen I took a nigga soul
Fourteen young niggas at your door
All they know is homicide they tryna up the score
Fifteen a hundred blues in cash I want some more
Exotic bow this shit take sixteen it's on the floor
A brick of fetty change your life, just put your hands in it
Can't be scared of getting dirty this ain't for no damn bitches
So many bricks inside the cage look like we hunting pigeons
Off-white custom Lanvins, these the one of one edition
At seventeen I caught a body some niggas is different
Put your hands inside the grease but scared of consequences
You the type to hit the stand just to lower your sentence
I'm the type to whack the witness and the co-defendant
I put 18 grams of cut nigga you can't tell the difference
When you get done use a timer give it 19 minutes
Twenty car line up this shit look ridiculous
We got cardboard on the windows we in the trenches
Thirtyball Nori - Grim Reapin (feat. 448 Kdo) Lyrics
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Pull up to the back I don't do no fronts
My bitch come in twos I don't ask for much
Diamonds every color look like Captain Crunch
She f*ck me cause I'm me, I didn't even drop a buck
All I do is win I feel like DJ Khaled
My bitch on a diet she eat dick and salad
Stuff my Vallabassas with like 50 thousand
AMG sound just like your stomach growling
All you want is hoes on your page move a bow every day only got a phone for plays nigga Niggas think they demons better pray
One thing about the Moes that I know they don't play nigga
One two Nori coming for you
Three four in the money we on go
Five five shots to a nigga dome
Seven lines woke up hella late I gotta roll
Nine millimeters still kill ask your bro
Ten milli hit him you could look right through the hole
Eleven in the standard mag I brought it to the show
When I turned thirteen I took a nigga soul
Fourteen young niggas at your door
All they know is homicide they tryna up the score
Fifteen a hundred blues in cash I want some more
Exotic bow this shit take sixteen it's on the floor
A brick of fetty change your life, just put your hands in it
Can't be scared of getting dirty this ain't for no damn bitches
So many bricks inside the cage look like we hunting pigeons
Off-white custom Lanvins, these the one of one edition
At seventeen I caught a body some niggas is different
Put your hands inside the grease but scared of consequences
You the type to hit the stand just to lower your sentence
I'm the type to whack the witness and the co-defendant
I put 18 grams of cut nigga you can't tell the difference
When you get done use a timer give it 19 minutes
Twenty car line up this shit look ridiculous
We got cardboard on the windows we in the trenches
My bitch come in twos I don't ask for much
Diamonds every color look like Captain Crunch
She f*ck me cause I'm me, I didn't even drop a buck
All I do is win I feel like DJ Khaled
My bitch on a diet she eat dick and salad
Stuff my Vallabassas with like 50 thousand
AMG sound just like your stomach growling
All you want is hoes on your page move a bow every day only got a phone for plays nigga Niggas think they demons better pray
One thing about the Moes that I know they don't play nigga
One two Nori coming for you
Three four in the money we on go
Five five shots to a nigga dome
Seven lines woke up hella late I gotta roll
Nine millimeters still kill ask your bro
Ten milli hit him you could look right through the hole
Eleven in the standard mag I brought it to the show
When I turned thirteen I took a nigga soul
Fourteen young niggas at your door
All they know is homicide they tryna up the score
Fifteen a hundred blues in cash I want some more
Exotic bow this shit take sixteen it's on the floor
A brick of fetty change your life, just put your hands in it
Can't be scared of getting dirty this ain't for no damn bitches
So many bricks inside the cage look like we hunting pigeons
Off-white custom Lanvins, these the one of one edition
At seventeen I caught a body some niggas is different
Put your hands inside the grease but scared of consequences
You the type to hit the stand just to lower your sentence
I'm the type to whack the witness and the co-defendant
I put 18 grams of cut nigga you can't tell the difference
When you get done use a timer give it 19 minutes
Twenty car line up this shit look ridiculous
We got cardboard on the windows we in the trenches
Writer: Gerald Whitfield
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