The bag is right there, go get it
Them baguettes right there, two-fifty
Hundred thousand, five hundred, the midget
I was racking my gun in the kitchen
On the low we f#ckin’ your b#tches
Wipe his nose but no, not a tissue
Bullet hole, the switch got a .50
Wrist is cold you’d think it was Christmas
n#gg# know that it’s up
f#ckin’ that b#tch in the back of the Maybach
I told her to put the seat up
I’m not gon’ go to the internet
I’m ’bout that action, it’s time to meet up
Broke n#gg#s know we not into that go get some bigger racks
Time to eat up
Call my young n#gg# he spinnin’ that
He want some stripes with the gang, Adidas
My bad, I forgot to mention
Through the pandemic, we was still runnin’ up chicken
Whippin’ that sh#t in the kitchen
You make a mention, a ticket’ll make you go missing
Don’t do the sneak dissin’
I’m startin’ to think n#gg#s wear panties
You n#gg#s some b#tches
While you n#gg#s run out of money
My n#gg#s gon’ get it ’cause everyday government print it
How you gon’ get it? Just send me the addy my n#gg#s will ship it
A million, twenty’s and fifty’s and hundreds sittin’ on the floor, look how I swim in it
Don’t wanna get popped, don’t open your top
You better move militant
They talkin’ about Covid, when I heard the news, I started sippin’ the remedy
If I gotta an opp and you say you my brother, then they better be your enemy
I’m takin’ them back to the bando way back when the n#gg# was breaking and enterin’
Stay with the tree like a timberland
Lady Gaga and that Kimberly
Capital J, don’t be snitching
These n#gg#s be snitching they actin’ real
It’s time to move righteous, I’m movin’ precisely
I looked at my schedule, no time for no wifey
Hit it like crap of the seal of three dicey
Hit double tappin’, you n#gg#s gon’ like it
It’s just lil a post, you n#gg#s ain’t pipin’
Fittin’ in the strap in the Cinnabon bite
Baguettes in the cross I done iced out Christ
I put it on God, I put it on life
Three wheels pullin’ out the parking lot, b#tch
And I’m looking like am riding on a goddam tricycle
n#gg# ain’t nothing to get popped, it’s simple
b#tch, I’m settin’ up shop in the middle
I’m having credentials
You a dud, I had to go shrimp ’em
Breakin’ buds, I had to go trim ’em
I ain’t wanna kill ’em so I dipped ’em, uh
Mama, she said “Just lay in the bed if n#gg#s ain’t got no pots to piss in”
Back in the day, I was having the Ac’
Young n#gg#s killing their kidneys off Driz
Straight out the mud, then show ’em the wrist
My diamonds hit, these b#tches flinch
I put this sh#t on now I drip and I drench
Finessing the bag like the Grinch
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