Two twin Glocks I got—
Two twin Glocks I got—
Two twin Glocks I got—
Two twin Glocks I got—
Two twin Glocks I got ready
I think I had too much to drink, I'm not steady
I appear inside your dreams, I'm not Freddy
I take beef to the grave 'cause I'm petty
Take cash to my bank, boy, I'm greedy
I do not like your girl, she too needy
Do not touch my dough 'cause I need it
If I say run your pockets, I mean it
I get the feds on me, but I don't give a damn
Ain't a weapon that could stop me and my plans
I got the money, got the bread, I got the bands
And if it make a hater mad, I understand
I bring my heat to all functions
Take off the safety, start busting
I ain't scared of shit, boy, I'm the king
I could bust your head like a pumpkin
I rock like a guitar
I pull up in a big car
Blow smoke like a cigar
I always bring the party
I know how bad y'all wanna be me
Try to beat me, take a beating
Lights, camera, action
Document me with your sour flashes
Big-ass whip full of my homies
This one's here for all the OGs
Burn into ashes
Stick your opinions inside your-
Action, cameras
Big crib, I could take you up
I don't care about the extras
I need my big chair, I need my cash up, ugh
Stunt in, then I peel off
I fuck with shawty 'cause shawty said I'm a real one
She want my money, I prolly could let her steal some
I'll cop a deal or some', and its a real sum, ugh
I walk in with currency like I'm Il-nam
I take a puff of the slurricane, I'ma feel some'
I keep a dart in my jacket for when the bill come
I take rack out and then some
I can't hear the whip start, you can't even get hard
You niggas is pissed off, I'm killing 'em
Young nigga bastard, not really a mentor
But I can go faster, I'm feeling myself
I came face to face with myself and said
"You wake up and start stunting"
That's my day to day, I can't wait 'til I'm done
I got paid to pull up
I do what I want, there's no consequence
When you young and have money
That's my day to day, I can't wait 'til I'm done
You mad as fuck you can't come
Two twin Glocks I got ready
I think I had too much to drink, I'm not steady
I appear inside your dreams, I'm not Freddy
I take beef to the grave 'cause I'm petty
Take cash to my bank, boy, I'm greedy
I do not like your girl, she too needy
Do not touch my dough 'cause I need it
If I say run your pockets, I mean it, ugh