Lyrics:
bucked wild in the club that's how we be
all you gang niggas throw them thangs and show them teeth
its on
{Baby}
niggas be sizin niggas
assassin
I kill Versace
I walk too much, gotta Gucci watch me
The illest of the killers you
Can tell by my fashion
Light hoodie to bright sneaks
It’s all
Sun comes up
Start the day
Lie in bed
Eyes half gazed
Snooze pressed
All that Jazz
Fitting in
Wreck with sins
To the moon
Attack wounds
Pendulum
you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna
up in the club shakin' for a dub
Get triple times the money and spendin' it like they wanna
They got they mind on they money, money on they mind
up in the club shakin' for a dub
Get triple times the money and spendin' it like they wanna
They got they mind on they money, money on they mind
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
slang
Put the Glock in my purse
I'll do anything for this nigga
He raw with the shit we ain't using no Filter
Daydreaming bout the day we gone be Richer
cannot handle a vulture
You drank of the living water you was thirsty
Now the water that you drinking look murky
Back in the day you was begging for mercy
I done ran through a load and hit a n*gga with that fire in the same day
We the ones was turning choppas to throw aways, Naww this ain’t that same K
the next day
No filter next to my drip on instagram
Don't get offended
This drip so high end
I don't even care bout'
These bitches in my dm's
Staying in my
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin sure I get the last say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you
living day by day
Temperature high
Pour me water
Sleeky Stan , ShuleyDee on this one
Sahara on the beat thats a Joker
When you hear it in the club issa
of these days
Industry ways, that's how Hollywood pays
Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala
In front of the club, make your woman wanna holla
(Holla)
we gon kill that wit ease
They fuckin wit you then they fuckin wit me
lately its another day but still the same shit
All these local niggas actin like
all over my pop filter
So hold up wait
I don't relate to not a thing you've got to say
Because in this state I'm quick to grate
I'll manipulate what you
nigga
Shit glitter like ballroom
Chandelier, crystal, nigga
Stack money as we live life simple
In the corner of the club
Sippin' on a Harvey's Bristol,
ever take it
Like fuck you baby, take it
And another on a the rims of double digits
I kick it
In the club I be like fuck it
I'm a show these bitches
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do you wrong in the right way
Now, Imma do you wrong in the right
through pictures like I'm in social studies
Lookin' at history from a glance by the seat of my pants
Video chattin' cause we're miles and hours aside
Moving
need's a time and space to heal just for yourself
All you need is luxury to kill them by themselves
And all you need's a day off because you're working
she ain't use no filter
Summer days reminds me of the first time I kissed her
I was tryna chase love, but i ain't no sprinter
Couldn't really open up
I got the bag in the club like I'm Santa
Give her a smack on her ass
Cuz she a killer like kill bill
Stuck on the block like I lag
Call up Jay Loud
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