I got bread like a baker do (i got bread)
Caught him tryna get away, that’s what the laser do (come here)
Cut him off ’cause he was doin’ sh#t that haters do
Pockets full of paper, think my new favorite color blue (sh#t)
Think your b#tch cheatin’ on you, then she probably is (no cap)
Baby call me daddy, but, no, i ain’t got no kids (i don’t)
Pop him like a soda, we gon’ open up his lid
It don’t matter what i’m goin’ through, i won’t light a cig (i won’t)
Three grams in the ‘wood look like a cigar (f#ck)
If i ever seen my opp out, i’m a shooting star (frrt, frrt)
Make a wish, she closed her eyes and blew me like cd
No, i’m not from florida, but they treat me like i’m king cid
Feelin’ like a dime, probably ’cause my b#tch spent it (a lot)
#ss like ms. parker, but she ballin’ just like candace (ballin’)
All this paper on me, i’m the big money bandit (ayy)
All that mean muggin’, i’ll leave you where you standin’, n#gg#
I just drunk a pint of wock’, i’m still standin’
High as hell on the plane, thought we was takin’ off, but we was landin’
I just broke a b#tch heart, now she damaged
Left her #ss out the restaurant, now she stranded
I just took a n#gg# b#tch, i’m a bandit
Finessed a white boy, he texted my phone like, “g#dd#mnit”
She ain’t get my dm, i just spinned her, she look manly
Sales callin’ back to back, just sold zack, cody, and jerry
I been blowin’ money fast, i feel like terry
Fiend od’d in my face, that sh#t was scary
I just did a turnaround, i feel like dz smokin’ berry
Stuffed seven grams in a backwood called yummy berries
Please don’t piss me off, i might just pop you like a cherry
You ain’t know i had that stick on me just like a fairy
She thought i was finna eat the box, but it was hairy
Scared of goin’ broke, them broke n#gg#s really scare me
We all know that’s lemon haze, quit actin’ like it’s cherry
He seen the flash from the drac’, start actin’ like he barry
b#tch, i’m only here to f#ck, stop actin’ like we married
Bro, we both popped two n#gg#s up, stop actin’ like you carried me
A deuce of this wock’ cost like three pair of jeans
The way the chop talk, it sound like a parakeet
b#tch an opp n#gg# out because i know he scared of me
I’m the hardest n#gg# out, b#tch, stop comparin’ me
n#gg#, they already made the decision
Gun pokin’ on my right side, that’s why i hate the extension
Aj, pull a beat up, i ain’t ate in a minute
Off two ‘woods, a shroom bar, and this an eight in a simply
Mar drink a pint every week, so it’s an eight in his kidneys
You say you got a pint for the free and ain’t shake it, you trippin’
Brodie put the switch down, he can’t take when it’s glitchin’
Ayy, we drivin’ through ohio, put that eighth in the ceiling
I was bad as hell as a kid, i was breaking in buildings
I used to make my mama so damn mad and i hate that i did it
Man, i miss driving strikers, i hate that i quit it
I wanted to pop dog myself, man, i hate that they killed him
It’s with an x, n#gg#
Fxce
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