Lyrics:
had a clue
I woulda been indicted
Its money over bullshit nigga
And you can not bullshit a bullshitter nigga
Im countin all the money til my
Hands get
you does, get your facial done baby
Do your physic well, no holdin jail over
Resent mail, no hoes with no clothes
Torn up and ripped apart
We getting closer, I can feel you now
I'm hardly sober, but I ain't blackin out
Over my shoulder, your arms they wrap around
They wrap around
Our
the treble, two for the bass
She's got nut all over her face
Kick kick it
Slow is the tempo, and Ren is gonna flow
As I produce and illustrate you to a ho'
....It's Superman...cnd I ain't ya hero....
Nowhere to hide.... [I'm] pest control certified ...[cnd] you the bug,
So [I] Raided ya bank With ya girl by my
soon
I'll make a million by the new moon
Million tracks, million bars
I dont care who you are
Money over bitches till I enter stardom
Money over bitches
I told her to drive over after dude crib
Bring a couple new friends
Them last girls was too thick
How you expect me to hit?
You wanna watch Clueless
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
it's all about money
When it comes to Armageddon
Mean I'm getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year
Do you understand
That's why it's
he say when you done cussin his by"
you aint thuggin you lie bitch
brave till we die bitch
[Verse 2c: Horse]
??? a nigga that would kill something
Nothing I believe (he ain't tellin me)
Don't you think it's slick, but I'm not
He ain't gettin over (he ain't gettin over)
'cause I know what's up
over
If you come back to me, i'll wait
My love's forever, why's it not both ways?
Unconditional, im so miserable
Cauterize me, if you stay by me
I will
brains out till you fuckin' dumb
Wave that dick around over yo mouth make you beg for cum
Think I’m gettin' too graphic but I’m seein' red like I just
muthafucka
And I’m sick and tired of
All you niggas always
Hollerin’ about what you did in the past
Muthafucka, the past don’t excite me
That was then, this is
on (ain't that something)
Snoop D-O double G (from the DP)
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till I came out
You know what I'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it
what's your CashApp? I'm tryna hit you from the back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, bitch, bend over (over), stand up on your toes (toes)
Lock your knees back,
a teardrop in rain
Girl i'm fading away
Yea I hate being sober
Good gas thats the fucking odor
Popping all these pills till it's over
I'll be gone by October
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
follow me look in the front
12 slugs on shine so you know I'm gone stunt
My whole click bout drama
Nothin but real G's
From down south to over seas
All
You know I'm still...
"Still gettin mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
*sample cut and played in background 3X*
[Common]
Yo yo, some get Range
Nigerians, bro?)
To Nigerians! Shoutout to the Nigerians, man
One time, my bad, start it over, bro?
(The whole thing?!)
The whole thing!
(You're bugging, I'm
Gotta sit by The heater
My heart getting colder
Everyday life exposing these fakes
Lookin' over my shoulder
I’m gettin' older
The pack getting louder
then move)
Wiggle then move (wiggle then move)
Shake it till you can't, musta' hurt broke off your shoes
Damn, bitch I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch
grand on my person (ballin')
Born deep with two clips, I'm just as real in person (I'm thrilled)
Gettin' twisted up like cursive, you mad over that
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