Im Wid It (feat. 570JV)
Jus'-J
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I'm with the gang Gang, gang, gang Tick-tock, Lloyd This gon' turn out for ya, man Grap, I know that Grap, Grap I done put my all into this shit, uh Shit, I damn near lost my dog to this shit, uh Won a couple times, most time I lost with this shit One thing that I regret was gon' try and put my all into that bitch Them bitches fraud, ain't shit We do design look like we did the crime beat Got a big bag, bitches on my body I put these rhymes together, rhyme with the rhyme I put these rhymes together, record labels, one on top I put my trust in her, she try and lie The back door open, she f*ck around and slime me Late night creepin' with the clock, light goes So my white boy with me, that nigga like time Shit go boom When I walk through, clear the room He said he want word with the guys, that nigga is dumb Shit, I think them niggas confused And you don't got shit, we got shit And your bitch here, you know she gon' choose Nigga reach my chain and he makin' the news Grap ain't capture, he should've knew Y'all wanna know about niggas that I bombed on I got niggas in Miami, then in Cali, trips Shit, I don't know which one I want, got a pic He a little man trying, like he be on slide or nothin' You a TikTok doin' the hip shit I'm a wild little man, wanna be on your side or nothin' You a TikTok doin' the hip shit I'm a confident, sick of the trial Got through the Z, got out the jail, he was slime trying They probably send her a heart, I won't send her a dick pic Shit, a little bitch is trying to send me a tit pic They don't do nothin', they think I not do, they don't get it If it's about money, you know that I'm with it I'm with it, I'm with it If it's about money, you know that I'm with it I don't even do nothin', they don't even get it If it's about money, you know that I'm with it I'm with it, real with it A nigga been chasing them digits Chevys, oa's Fingers are moving like fidgets Spinna, block. If a opp get caught, get hit up Six pack to the abs, no sit up Pull a bar to his neck like a.. That little bitch really tried to lie me, but ain't do no damage Dora tried to explore, and caught a boot Watch how I go bananas, ran straight to Bonanza We're the white bitch, please do mind my manners Never even been there in my life The plans to line her man's up Stop, stop, stop, nigga, hold up, nigga, you wild, nigga Sometimes I be childish. If you wanna pull up, I play defense I'm built like Ben Wallace Never trust a bitch that's on my soul On my fuckin' mama, baby mama, drama through the roof I can't add on no problems Nah, man, f*ck these niggas, man And you better watch what you do And you better watch what you say And you better watch how you move I come from a place where they don't hesitate to go loose a couple of your screws If you up and then fake, I might go and just dump on the nigga put you on the news Wait, i gotta slow down for the jinx. I'm Mr. Reggie, grab it in the jank I might just sell it to you with an eighth Anyways, put the smoke up, to ya face I'm in the littlest city in the state. You in the party, I was making plays I order lobster steak, this food at dinner Why you order beef? We is not the same We cannot beef, nigga, you is lame I look for the money, you look for the fame You look for the money, I look for the name That nigga's been buggin' and I need a reign Why ain't nobody talkin' when he was around That nigga was workin' for Manny Marey I busted a bitch and I busted my brain That I am the beast, I cannot be tamed If it's about money, you know that I'm ready If it's about money, you know that I'm uh If it's about money, you know that I'm uh If it's about money, you know that I'm uh If it's about money, you know that I'm ready If it's about money, you know I'm a big move Pullin' up big straps with a big tool Lean back with the clap, feel like Chris move Got heart with the kick back like King Move I just wanna see this what she wanna Take a shot but just for that Rihanna Bitches gon' do anything in that club I swear to God, just for that Finney brother I need all my ladies to go and rock that shit Baby you hot as shit, you hot as shit Let me drop that shit, drop drop that shit Let me just, let me rock that shit Let me just rock, rock, rock, rock Go ahead and rock that shit Let me just drop that shit Baby girl let me pop that shit Baby you hot as shit and a flower lotus Pop that shit, lotus flower Let me just show you, John
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