Yeah
Yeah
(tay keith, f~ck these n~ggas up)
Ayy
Let me tell you n~ggas lil’ something ’bout me
Yeah, i got nine cars, they don’t need no key
Glock on my side, i be riding through the streets
I be getting to the money, i got need for speed
Yeah, i don’t f~ck with pigs, but i still eat beef
Young n~ggas masked up like we from the middle east
Yeah, young n~ggas with it, yeah, young n~ggas spinning your block, they don’t even know how to creep
Yeah, let the chopper sing like tlc
Yeah, big chains sounding like bells on me
Just told this ho she ain’t worth fifty cent, b~tch, you know i’m a p~i~m~p
If i see this sh~t, i want it, i get it, n~gga, i ain’t got time for no lease
Snub~nose revolver in my pocket, i shoot like scottie pippin
B~tch, i’m balling, big, big business
Got my own whips, i ain’t doing no renting
I cut the b~tch off, i ain’t doing no tricking
Ho, tie your shoes, lil’ b~tch, you tripping
Don’t get me wrong, i can show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it, show you how to flip it
Don’t get me wrong, i can show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it, show you how to flip it
Talking ’bout money, then you know i’m listening
Money keep talking like, “glock, come get me”
Just left wafi and i spent two~fifty
Sh~t, should’ve bought a continental bentley
Just left wafi and i spent two~fifty
Sh~t, should’ve bought a continental bentley
Ayy, i love my gang and f~ck who against it
I just dropped a hundred on the cutthroat pendant
Let me tell you n~ggas lil’ something ’bout me
I’m a self made n~gga, never had an og
You can ask my grandma, ask my cousin, you can ask my teacher, you can ask the street (yeah)
I just be in the cut, so don’t get cut, you know i’m cut, they cut on me
I just be in the cut, so don’t get cut, you know i’m cut, they cut on me
Let me tell you n~ggas lil’ something ’bout me
Yeah, i got nine cars, they don’t need no key
Glock on my side, i be riding through the streets
I be getting to the money, i got need for speed
Yeah, i don’t f~ck with pigs, but i still eat beef
Young n~ggas masked up like we from the middle east
Yeah, young n~ggas with it, yeah, young n~ggas spinning your block, they don’t even know how to creep
Yeah, real drank sipper, i don’t fight my sleep
Yeah, real hustler, sell sh~lls on the beach
Yeah, i’m the goat, baby, and these other n~ggas sheep
Yeah, shooting like kyrie if a n~gga reach
Yeah, i’m the goat, n~ggas rats, i can hear ’em squeaking
Ayy, let me borrow your b~tch for the weekend
Jumped out the back of the maybach geeking
Spilled some drank on my amiris tweaking
D~mn, i love my cup like weezy
Ball so hard, this sh~t here easy
New car, new watch for no reason
Shorty suck it like she t~~thing
Forty have a n~gga leaking
Money talk, you n~ggas speechless
Money talking, big glock speaking
Money talking, big glock speaking
Let me tell you n~ggas lil’ something ’bout me
Yeah, i got nine cars, they don’t need no key
Glock on my side, i be riding through the streets
I be getting to the money, i got need for speed
Yeah, i don’t f~ck with pigs, but i still eat beef
Young n~ggas masked up like we from the middle east
Yeah, young n~ggas with it, yeah, young n~ggas spinning your block, they don’t even know how to creep
Let me tell you n~ggas lil’ something ’bout me
Yeah, i got nine cars, they don’t need no key
Glock on my side, i be riding through the streets
I be getting to the money, i got need for speed
Yeah, i don’t f~ck with pigs, but i still eat beef
Young n~ggas masked up like we from the middle east
Yeah, young n~ggas with it, yeah, young n~ggas spinning your block, they don’t even know how to creep
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