Bro told me f#ck em up been goin up since he said it
I can’t entertain her texts but I read it
Yea
Bro told me f#ck em up been going up since he said it
I can’t entertain her texts but I read it
Pockets itching for that money and fetish
Pockets itching for that money and fetish
In that field bro throw a play imma catch it
Made some money that sh#t made me some leverage
Now they on me trying to send me a message
Left all the snakes back with the leeches and peasants
Hit the gas in the coupe with my main b#tch
Figures change but I swear I ain’t change sh#t
Drop the top I pop my sh#t when it’s brainless
Plastic glocky but my bro keep a stainless
Rap n#gg# know I see him he chainless
I watch my back cause these n#gg#s be dangerous
Knife on the glock I pull up tryna blade sh#t
I’m on my sh#t and we not on the same sh#t
Still that lil n#gg# from back then
I just got packs in and I been eating like Pac-Man
He tried to run, blow his back bro got a mac 10
We lay him down like a mattress
Took out the drama brought racks in
Look at my fashion I’m rocking Dolce Gabbana
They know we never had sh#t I ain’t gon cap sh#t
Slept on the floor with my momma
LA I ball like a Laker, ain’t tryna miss when I shoot so my gun got a laser
I probably f#ck before I date her, she know I’m Flow and I came in this b#tch with some paper
F.N on my hip for a hater, jumped in that water with snakes, and piranhas, and gators
They probably made us, he gave his all to a b#tch that be f#cking my brothers please save him
Bro told me f#ck em up been going up since he said it
I can’t entertain her texts but I read it
Pockets itching for that money and fetish
Pockets itching for that money and fetish
In that field bro throw a play imma catch it
Made some money that sh#t made me some leverage
Now they on me trying to send me a message
Left all the snakes back with the leeches and peasants
In my feelings go and lock in the booth
Don’t want a lot she know I just want the truth
When you trying to win you destined to lose
Just keep on trying till you get you some blues
Know these n#gg#s couldn’t trot in my shoes
I act like I’m cool but really I’m through
Fed up with all these n#gg#s pocket watching and these n#gg#s who watching my moves
I ain’t gon fake I been in my bag and they know that
And we the youngest n#gg#s leaving n#gg#s stretched out like a door mat
Yea yea they hate that I’m poppin my sh#t
Yea yea on granny yea yea
I keep on pouring up 4s my bro tryna tax for the lows, we still get em gone
I bring my stick on the road just when they think I’m alone, I up it and blow
I know some sh#t they don’t know but if I speak on the sh#t that a mean that I told
Bro put a beam on the pole he up this b#tch red dot landing straight on your nose
Bro told me f#ck em up been going up since he said it
I can’t entertain her texts but I read it
Pockets itching for that money and fetish
Pockets itching for that money and fetish
In that field bro throw a play imma catch it
Made some money that sh#t made me some leverage
Now they on me trying to send me a message
Left all the snakes back with the leeches and peasants
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