Ayo what the f*ck i just heard
Through the grapevine these
Bitches mad cuz im on da jet
Flyin round they talkin shit
When i turn my back im not
Around keep playin wit me
Imma shoot my tech 9 they
Gassed you up so you ended up on
Dateline had my name all up in dem
Headlines bitches talking shit they
Drinking henn they saucy they
Taking pictures when i pull up
In the masi my flow so sick nose
Runny it's snotty the way i rap
They think i joined the illuminati
It's rainy outside no that's tia bussin
Money gun she goin stupid goin
Dummy she don't shoot out no
Ones 10 years ago i wasn't even
Slammin masi doors now i throw
It up like suicide doors you want
A feature well i'm taxing uncle sam
Hoe had dem racks up when you
Texting for a future feature
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
I f*ck a nigga bitch i name her
9 to 5 cuz she givin head like she
On her job double cuppin yeah i
Pour it up promethazine yeah
Dat codeine dat be bringing out da
Best of me i buy a crush i stir it
Up and mix it i bet iyanla couldn't
Even fuccn fix it i released the
Hottest track so you know i'm on
Ion need no feature i rap my shit
Alone
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
Let me talk my shit cuz i can back
It up hoppin on and off the jet
I been goin up i be flyin
Shot gun don't do no coach no moe
Lay flat seats across the pond
Drinking champ i pour
Flight attendant fine as f*ck
I grab her on her ass took me
To the galley didn't think i had
A chance but i had a chance
When she saw the duffel bag
Full of racks then i toss it up
And get it back like a boomerang
Rewind dat shit i got dem racks
Omg i gotta bag so i gotta brag
You see the money piling up i
Make it last this song is for
Then hatin ass hoes who ain't
Got no bag
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
Well let me pop my shit again
Cuz i ain't bring it up
Bitches don't be puttin in but
Always gotta cup if you wanna
Drink wit me we gotta jack it up
Take yo broke ass home if you
Ain't gotta nuff
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English
Ayo what the f*ck i just heard
Through the grapevine these
Bitches mad cuz im on da jet
Flyin round they talkin shit
When i turn my back im not
Around keep playin wit me
Imma shoot my tech 9 they
Gassed you up so you ended up on
Dateline had my name all up in dem
Headlines bitches talking shit they
Drinking henn they saucy they
Taking pictures when i pull up
In the masi my flow so sick nose
Runny it's snotty the way i rap
They think i joined the illuminati
It's rainy outside no that's tia bussin
Money gun she goin stupid goin
Dummy she don't shoot out no
Ones 10 years ago i wasn't even
Slammin masi doors now i throw
It up like suicide doors you want
A feature well i'm taxing uncle sam
Hoe had dem racks up when you
Texting for a future feature
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
I f*ck a nigga bitch i name her
9 to 5 cuz she givin head like she
On her job double cuppin yeah i
Pour it up promethazine yeah
Dat codeine dat be bringing out da
Best of me i buy a crush i stir it
Up and mix it i bet iyanla couldn't
Even fuccn fix it i released the
Hottest track so you know i'm on
Ion need no feature i rap my shit
Alone
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
Let me talk my shit cuz i can back
It up hoppin on and off the jet
I been goin up i be flyin
Shot gun don't do no coach no moe
Lay flat seats across the pond
Drinking champ i pour
Flight attendant fine as f*ck
I grab her on her ass took me
To the galley didn't think i had
A chance but i had a chance
When she saw the duffel bag
Full of racks then i toss it up
And get it back like a boomerang
Rewind dat shit i got dem racks
Omg i gotta bag so i gotta brag
You see the money piling up i
Make it last this song is for
Then hatin ass hoes who ain't
Got no bag
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
Well let me pop my shit again
Cuz i ain't bring it up
Bitches don't be puttin in but
Always gotta cup if you wanna
Drink wit me we gotta jack it up
Take yo broke ass home if you
Ain't gotta nuff
Through the grapevine these
Bitches mad cuz im on da jet
Flyin round they talkin shit
When i turn my back im not
Around keep playin wit me
Imma shoot my tech 9 they
Gassed you up so you ended up on
Dateline had my name all up in dem
Headlines bitches talking shit they
Drinking henn they saucy they
Taking pictures when i pull up
In the masi my flow so sick nose
Runny it's snotty the way i rap
They think i joined the illuminati
It's rainy outside no that's tia bussin
Money gun she goin stupid goin
Dummy she don't shoot out no
Ones 10 years ago i wasn't even
Slammin masi doors now i throw
It up like suicide doors you want
A feature well i'm taxing uncle sam
Hoe had dem racks up when you
Texting for a future feature
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
I f*ck a nigga bitch i name her
9 to 5 cuz she givin head like she
On her job double cuppin yeah i
Pour it up promethazine yeah
Dat codeine dat be bringing out da
Best of me i buy a crush i stir it
Up and mix it i bet iyanla couldn't
Even fuccn fix it i released the
Hottest track so you know i'm on
Ion need no feature i rap my shit
Alone
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
Let me talk my shit cuz i can back
It up hoppin on and off the jet
I been goin up i be flyin
Shot gun don't do no coach no moe
Lay flat seats across the pond
Drinking champ i pour
Flight attendant fine as f*ck
I grab her on her ass took me
To the galley didn't think i had
A chance but i had a chance
When she saw the duffel bag
Full of racks then i toss it up
And get it back like a boomerang
Rewind dat shit i got dem racks
Omg i gotta bag so i gotta brag
You see the money piling up i
Make it last this song is for
Then hatin ass hoes who ain't
Got no bag
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
Slim chances yeah yo future lookin
Real bleekish
I get money then i stack it up real
Neatish
Well let me pop my shit again
Cuz i ain't bring it up
Bitches don't be puttin in but
Always gotta cup if you wanna
Drink wit me we gotta jack it up
Take yo broke ass home if you
Ain't gotta nuff
Writer: Tia Ortiz
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