Get rich, stop hating, get a bag n#gg#
That’s on you if you broke, why you mad n#gg#
I can’t feel sorry for you p#ss#, you a sad n#gg#
I’ma keep laughing to the bank, all this cash n#gg# (yeah)
Your b#tch seen a Rollie almost fell out
Everything gone in one day, that’s a sellout
Little baby don’t be telling me bout nobody business
Gotta hustle on your own, all these p#ss# n#gg#s snitching
Different where I grew up
DNA got him caught ’cause he threw up
Cut him off, front the business like he knew us
You a hoe n#gg#
Red lights on them Glocks, we don’t go n#gg#
Look we don’t ever talk to twelve, that’s the code n#gg#
You got p#ss# #ss ways and it show n#gg#
They gon’ go crazy when they hear this sh#t huh
I can make ’em lay you flat for that chicken with the drums n#gg#
Seen it all, got me numb, heart cold n#gg#, I don’t feel sh#t
All that internet talk you ain’t gon’ kill sh#t
Million-dollar dream, million-dollar team
Try to tell me it was short I’m like n#gg# what you mean
Pour up the McQueen, she gon’ turn into a freak
Little bad brown b#tch should be in a magazine
Got my cousin round my neck in a pendant, he gon’ stay with me
Right after I nut, you can leave, you can’t stay with me
I’m the owner, I’m the one, you can’t play with me
I know he told f#ck that money I can make with it
Chopsticks, no sushi for a fishy n#gg#
You mad that I ain’t posting sh#t, I was busy n#gg#
You said you balling, what’s your average tho
n#gg# a chain snatcher, Earl Mantegoat (aye)
You a car thief, you a store runner
You be covering every b#tch, you be boo loving
Say it with your chest p#ss# n#gg#, go and do something
You a rat if you told ’em that you knew something
Another flight, another night, what’s your dream b#tch
f#ck the police n#gg# tell them I ain’t seen sh#t
Hundred racks, wash it up, that’s a clean flip
Bad grades, she always tell me I should ease in
They talk about me when I leave
How I know you n#gg#s jealous, got the same twenty-four
How you screaming, you ain’t let us
How do that work
Lose a b#tch get another
How does that hurt
Make her dance to the pot, how that pack twerk
You go some nerve
f#ck you talking ’bout n#gg#, yeah that’s one word
I got the info from a bird, they don’t f#ck with me
Gotta show my cut to my face like a buck fifty
How the f#ck these n#gg#s think I can’t rap huh
After this you gon’ know this ain’t that huh
I’ma make your b#tch dance to it, throw it back huh
How they say in the Bay, this a slap huh
I got love for my n#gg#s, we could talk about it
Circle small, p#ss# yeah, you ain’t allowed around it
n#gg#s gossip like b#tches, see it everyday
I know the games, to be sold you gotta pay to play (uh yeah)
New money so sweet, haters sidewalk n#gg# that be always talking street (p#ss#)
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