Pulled up to the spot and ran off wit his bitch
He mad I know
These niggas mad my niggas young and we rich
But they know that they cannot fuck up the flow
Tried to tell my lil brody to stop doing hits
They ask me the fuck am I on
My lil bitch must think I was born rich
She keep asking for Christian Dior
She must think a nigga rich or sum
See I'm walking round fly as a bitch
Think I got a couple racks I could spend on her
Never far from the stick
If a nigga try to trip
He gone get his self hit uhuh
Trynna cap for a bitch get you hit uhuh
Spending nights in the trap till I'm rich uhuh
Shorty mad that I ran off with his bitch I know
My niggas rich so they mad at us
They throw subs and invisible jabs at us
But they know not to let it be known
They don't wanna see the bad in us
Why waste ya time being mad at us
When you could've just ran up a bag with us
Poured a 4 tuck my glizzy I'm good to go
Pulled up spin't wit his bitch he upset I know
My niggas rich so they mad at us
They throw subs and invisible jabs at us
But they know not to let it be known
They don't wanna see the bad in us
Why waste ya time being mad at us
When you could've just ran up a bag with us
Poured a 4 tuck my glizzy I'm good to go
Pulled up spin't wit his bitch he upset I know
When I was lil I told em wait till I get older
And now they all mad that I'm fucking they bitches
But they don't want smoke
Kuz they know I will fold em
My fourty been feaning to blow something down
Trynna keep her composure
Spin bright and early catch them on a store run
Been up on the score we was always up four something
If u ain't getting no guap wat you doing
That's why ya lil bitch wit the guys blowing doors off
Lil bro said hold on
How you gone tell us stop drilling
When you got some new hits you think we don't know bout
They hate the way I be stunting been getting this money I don't mean to showboat
Got shooters that's 13 years old trynna come take a soul
They ain't nothing to joke about
Pulled up to the spot and ran off wit his bitch
He mad I know
These niggas mad my niggas young and we rich
But they know that they cannot fuck up the flow
Tried to tell my lil brody to stop doing hits
They ask me the fuck am I on
My lil bitch must think I was born rich
She keep asking for Christian Dior
She must think a nigga rich or sum
See I'm walking round fly as a bitch
Think I got a couple racks I could spend on her
Never far from the stick
If a nigga try to trip
He gone get his self hit uhuh
Trynna cap for a bitch get you hit uhuh
Spending nights in the trap till I'm rich uhuh
Shorty mad that I ran off with his bitch I know