Lyrics:
in my high-tops lately
They don't keep it a hundred that's just Lysol baby
You Gohn miss me when im gone and I sign off baby
Burr burr
Record deals
goat, goat, goat (burr, burr, burr)
My foot on niggas' throat, throat, throat, throat (hah, pussy)
Diamond cross on like the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope
Netflix & Drill
Feed me a mill
What is a stream
Lil dopamine fiend
Mans in for the kill
Netflix & Drill
Niggas ain't real
Fuck up them beans
the pain
I’m on a perc, shit aye (bitch)
Pop me a gummy, 2 or 3 gummy
900 mills shit, shit (woo shlea shlea)
I’m so damn high baby gon' ride
I’m on a jet
I spent a mill' on a watch (yee)
Hop out the drop like a Pop-Tart
I'm Gucci Mane down to the socks (burr)
Coachin', I call all the shots (yeah,
but who hot as him (burr)
We don't need no drop on them, cool five mill, Guwop in here (it's Gucci)
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Send me
Ha, it's Wizop
Burr
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Re-rock a brick, put it in the press then it gettin' DDT'd
When I pull
der Hand so wie Meek Mills
Ich bin gone von dem Lean und von three Pills
Ich swish den Flow up
Chille in der Cut so wie Fredo
Habe Nudeln mit weißer
feeling I'm like Gucci wit the burr because I'm cold now... feeling like Gucci wit the burr cuz I'm cold...
Nigga inquire bout the gas but my shit sold
da Kid
He got a nine, I got a Sig
I do it huge, we do it big
Got hundred bricks, stuffed 'em in the fridge (Burr!)
Two hundred piece, stuffed it in
Sun Valley Boys
Haan, haan
Guwop
Juice
Ayy
Ayy
Burr (damn)
Ayy
I'm a stash house with shoes on
I'm a stash house with Trues on
I'm
Mill ticket I’m trying get it I gotta make it out da city
Niggas plotting u gotta watch yea niggas like to envy
Emotionally scarred cause this
guys I'ma crack the sky getting high as a ceiling fan you elevated you gotta be man say he gone slay me they buy me a mill a gram feeling real shady i
to nod ya head
So we live in the field better chill like red light
What it feel like, feel like?
A mill might role out the fame yeah
A pill might dull out
lil ass bands I want all the mills
Aye, you all talk but don't back it up
You ain't gettin' to the money, you ain't stackin' up
Pack touch down make it
Burr been with the shits
For real
Whole lotta L's
Out that field
Trynna make
Some deals
Yet to have
Touch me a mill
So that pressure
Applying it still
ain't wanna hustle I just wanna drill shit
Same ones I drill wit I'm get a mill wit
Choppas on Choppas on Choppas On Choppas llon Choppas them shits Be
and what's ill is ill
Gold trim like a Steeler still
Ice burr make me feel like Bill
Fuck the cops I reveal then peel
Make me pass on a mill I will
And imma
(On Go)
To Cold For Ya Bitch Like Snow (Burr)
I Ain't Gotta Say A Word She Know (She Know)
Good Playa Buy Her Shit Oh No (OH NO)
Hustle Hard For
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