Lyrics:
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Niggas talk but they get banked
Wait(wait)
Wait(wait)
Money jumpin out da safe (safe)
Drop da top right off da wraith (wraith)
Keep
need to do these niggas I'm a do 'em too
And step the fuck off as if I never knew them fools
See ya!
Now the shit is going my way
I'm hittin'
you trappin', take you to the bando
And you a front see whatchu 'bout
Before we made the song Hit Em' wit it
We was knockin' niggas out
Before we
nigga slain call me insinamal criminal
idividual hit em with a pole so low under investigation
by haters that wake mo show for the iggana im iggatra
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fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
knife by my side I bet imma shank you
If they speak on your name they not gon survive catch manual send that boy to the sky imma be a real nigga Til
' niggas off the list one-by-one
Leavin' no traces (One-by-one)
You ain't got more money in your
Stash than I got acres (Broke ass niggas)
Can't even bring
let off shots
I leave the house protected when
Up in the block
XL magazine hangin' off the Glock
I stop by OG Beanie for to get some purple
I got a lot
a bitch moving bundles, rumble
It ain't no thang bitch I'm straight off the tank
Niggas second in motion, I'm a fool with that shank
No, I ain't 2 be
busters by theyself
Celly Cel:
They got no time to be trippin' on
Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bumpin' on your trunk
loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up, got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him,
dumbass on yo knees
Beggin fa ya life cause yo lil dumbass wanna creep
Dis a bop
I got crush soda on my socks
I’m knockin off they tops
I’ll get em cropped
of Ohood everyday where I be
Say I ain’t front line then he lying
Bro got that fruit punch
Come cop you some Hi-C
Try to run off then that lil Nigga dyin
of Ohood everyday where I be
Say I ain’t front line then he lying
Bro got that fruit punch
Come cop you some Hi-C
Try to run off then that lil Nigga dyin
you my brother, nigga, your opp is my enemy
I can tell you hatin', just by your energy
Niggas ride for that bread, they probably tellin' for free
Bad bitch she mixed just like some gumbo
Loyal to my bucks like Antetekounmpo
Living room look just like a gun show
Blue benjies, add 'em by the bundle
missing, right from wrong
Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down,
took off like a rocket
I got the boots on a hoe and I'm knockin
knew me back then now she know how I'm rockin
Tried to label me said I was toxic
Sick
My neck like a sink, this shit waterfall
I pay lil' bro for a hit, all the lil' say he knockin' ya off
All independent, I'm feelin' like dope
It cost
body pull up, ain't no more knockin' it I be out With the blicky on my lap, ain't
No cockin' it I whip out, I'm shootin' niggas
Play like my class in
brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for
This nigga gon run up a bag
She the type that a run to a dude
I'm the type turn 1 inta 2
I'll Fall off n shake all the way back
And i'll sell crack
stay in your lane
Nowadays seem like everybody tryina be famous
Boy try to play he get hit with the stainless
Nigga try get some clout off ma name
Fuck
back up
In the cut with a cup of yak
I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin back
Take your pumps off bitch let me check out yo heals
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