This is rich music, coming with the
On the back now
I’ll wait
Spin a minute
Yo
Baby I’ma blow your back out
f#ck you till you tap out
Put you in positions, spin you round, counting man now
I know I’ve been, ghost for a minute but I’m back now
Coming for it proper I don’t need a f#cking ando
Nah watch me do this on my ones
f#ck a label give me seven figures or I’m gone
I had their advanced money when I was kid at eighteen
Talk wallet to me brother oh it’s long
You know what I’m on
Chorus
Stack bread get your bands up bro
Hey I can’t hear sh#t bloody bankrupt
Feds pull the whip talking straps put your hands up
Officer I don’t know sh#t why’d you mad cause
I ain’t impressed by that road life act
On all dawns running out to really shot and let it clap but
I don’t even have to do none of that
So much monеy in the bank from my verse on that track
Yo I gеt why you hear on a kid for ?
I got one girl I hit that sh#t rock
Big toes what I’m gonna do when I kick doors ?
Off in the scene come back and I mix more
Time, even lyric’s on time
Flows too clean they can never sound like that guy
Oh my I’ve been feeling like I’m winning so fly
Still I’m only getting started oh my, oh my, oh my
I came in the game hit a milli quick
Trap on my level took a break now I’m killing this
Back for my future for the fame couldn’t give a sh#t
I just need racks in a safe and the biggest whips
There’s nobody like me in my hometown
Wonder how I do it not kid b#tch I’m grown now
I slow down pace is back on watch me go now
Track off the track I ain’t stopping ’til I blow now whoa
Licked another flow unique I heard they wanna do me
Like your brother who’s in
My life suck a movie I’m active I don’t do sleep
Grinding be the motive only on it if it suits me
I’ll be making moves, going stews, driving home
Touching y’all to the sweetest ting
And yeah I love it when she screams and sh#t
I might, hit it one way and then remix it
Cause you know what I’m on
Stack bread get your bands up bro
Hey I can’t hear sh#t bloody bankrupt
Feds pull the whip talking straps put your hands up
Officer I don’t know sh#t why’d you mad cause
I ain’t impressed by that road life act
On all dawns running out to really shot and let it clap but
I don’t even have to do none of that
So much money in the bank from my verse on that track
Uh
She know me bro I’m on job,I’m gonna break it down when I’m on top
Tell my girl give me slop top
Roll one I’ma buy you what you want from a shop shop
Tracks gonna make your head wanna bop bop [bop
But it’s just that freestyle ting yeah
I’m back up in the scene I know they feel my ting
I ain’t stopping ’til the m#th*rf#ck*rs take me in
Chorus
Stack bread get your bands up bro
Hey I can’t hear sh#t bloody bankrupt
Feds pull the whip talking straps put your hands up
Officer I don’t know sh#t why’d you mad cause
I ain’t impressed by that road life act
On all dawns running out to really shot and let it clap but
I don’t even have to do none of that
So much money in the bank from my verse on that track
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