Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, eugh
50 drum, glizzy cocking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sunkissed
What's up, said he want it so we smoke 'em up
Eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist
Put my fist up in your bitch
Shawty said she love that shit
Now we smoking out the zip
We rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a dick on 'em
I'm never gonna miss
Caught some bodies playing victim
Way I'm always in the mix
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up
40 bricks I'm 'bout to flip I lost my job don't give a shit, bitch
Yellow diamonds look like piss
I be chopping all these snakes up yeah you finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank
No need to count that shit
I fell in love with money so I'm always out here counting it
All these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering
I pull up on your block and leave a pussy rapper counterfeit
Lil' bitch, where the money at?
I know you're out here housing it
I never play with killers you a pussy and you're proud of it
Pillaging up your villa I go bump in the night
45 5 with the potato to cut the sound of it
Cock back and I bang, click-clack and I paint
Smoke gas by the day, flak jacket in the bank, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make 'em levitate
I ain't got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight
No, we cannot talk too much, I never wanna conversate
Never switching lanes 'cause all these rappers wanna follow me
Twenty in my wallet pocket rocket shooting harmonies
Fuckin' on your bitch I want her soul but gave her heart to me
Put lead up in your arteries
I got shooters who gon' get you on the low, ay
I got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, ay
Smoke so much that I can never find my phone
I might just buy another one I might just stay the fuck alone, ay
I got shooters who gon' get you on the low, ay
I got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, ay
Smoke so much that I can never find my phone
I might just buy another one I might just stay the fuck alone, ay