Turn that f#ckin’ beat up
Big difference ‘tween I want you and I need you
Big pimpin’ with the mob, b#tch, I’m T’d up
You’re the type to buy the mall just to please her
Belarus, b#tch, that’s how far the money go
Get some blue strips, money comin’ in and through that door
Get ya’ boo hit, I don’t know who she knows, that b#tch get blowed
Don’t care ’bout who did it, b#tch, I’m too up and too rich to know
Feel like Smurkio
We in them Hellcats and Tracks, hit my Smurki flow
Want me to buy the bag, ain’t let me f#ck, she a birdy hoe
Snatchin’ off the tags, Prada bag full of dirty clothes
OVO, October baby, handin’ out that holy smoke
I been in control, as far as life, that’s how my story goes (Lil’ Dior)
I got 2 Glock 40’s, that’s like 20 polеs
Heard you told yo’ crew a differеnt story, let my bloody know
You ain’t Hoover, you ain’t red, you ain’t nothin’ bro
Type money like this, they think you up to somethin’, bro
Swear that glocky bigger than my coat, buy a bigger coat
Heard he playin’ both sides like lil’ bro was from Figueroa
Lil’ n#gg#s ain’t talkin’ ’bout ‘nan, it’s too many of those
‘Fore I had the money, was already walkin’ like I had a milli to blow (Big hunna)
b#tch, I’m great, I already know, need a billi know
And none of my music the same, I got a trillion flows (Boy, goddam)
It cost a kajilli to smoke
Blatt, I can’t leave it without, I tote a lil’ blicky, he “Billy the Goat”
Murda music, I’m Billy, The Kid
n#gg#s fraudulent just like the pope
Makin’ music to feed all my children, makin’ music to feed all the bros
Belarus, b#tch, that’s how far the money go
Get some blue strips, money comin’ in and through that door
Get ya’ boo hit, I don’t know who she knows, that b#tch get blowed
Don’t care ’bout who did it, b#tch, I’m too up and too rich to know
Feel like Smurkio
We in them Hellcats and Tracks, hit my Smurki flow
Want me to buy the bag, ain’t let me f#ck, she a birdy hoe
Snatchin’ off the tags, Prada bag full of dirty clothes
Hoe, I’m the Headmaster
You a lil’ headass, mane
b#tch, I’m the brand ambassador, I got the intel, gang
Kick sh#t with my demons, we already in Hell, mane
Inhale smoke, inhale his gang, she f#ck with the mob, she f#ck the chains
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