Lyrics:
glory
Hustlin', grindin'
Re-up put work on consignment
Then cash in
My clientele is swell
I flood the streets like the sewers let loose
Know my
150K, I'm finna blow this shit on diamonds
Respect lil' youngin' hustle, but his package on consignment
Solitary confinement, due to lack of being
All money get maid no miss plays all money
If a nigga aint grinding then he in da way
Getting weight on consignment making
Getting weight
I got diamonds on my wrist
And a dime who want a kiss
Say I'm fired bitch I quit
Got shit higher on my list
Bricks on consignment
Then you know I
sometimes loves a consignment
With you and I is bout timing
I found me the right diamond, sometimes loves a consignment
With you and I is bout timing
I found
I no dey put mouth to wetin no concern me
If I like woman wetin concern you
For your mind now you be consignment
I no dey carry another man
on a next machine
Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered
Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me
Cali weed, Promethazine and I keep
shining
If there’s a check then you know that I’m signing
I want the money upfront no consignment
Think it’s a joke then I guess that I’m sliding
This shit
dick
We so lit
We so lit
No consignment
We so lit (Yeah yeah)
We so lit
No consignment
Spending money on shit
Made a mill in a day
Nigga
promised to do for you
To keep this smiling on your face
(wor wor wor)
Cause you are beauriful girl
If I love you is nobody consignment
They dey put mouth
In the v
I may pop a wheelie
I make opps
Have you seen them?
I get top
Carpe diem uh
Hustle in the pm uh
You see him like it's am uh
Consignment
the dream
I don't fuck with consignment, you only get what you're buying
It's all in one piece, you can't knock me for trying
Turn one into two, yeah I know
consignment (Doing consignment)
I brought my mama tears, and I turned 'em to VVS diamonds (VVS diamonds)
I know you see me on top of my game, ain't see me
on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For
show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
the synagouges and purified my thoughts
This new diet, I recommend you try it
This Bible? oh that's my cookbook, here's one on consignment
Uhhh and carry it like
they saying
We changing the climate
My heart in the shit it ain’t never consignment
That’s why I don’t give a fuck
That’s why the speakers is up
That’s
I ain't tripping
South beach out Laid
Top living what A feeling
Last week it was Ramen
Today it's whatever Im feeling
Used get it off consignment
Now
I'll front you the pack on Consignment
The ice on my wrist change
The Climate
In trenches thats you where can Find me
Independent no deal
You can't
Product of poverty product of my environment
How you drop outta uni year 4 you whylin
How you get it out the mud yea without consignment
Everything
the plug
I middlemaned that package on consignment
Hookers, strippers, crackheads
Robbers, trappers, all in public housin'
Uncle Bo was stealin' from my
the synagogues and purified my thoughts
This new diet, I recommend you try it
This Bible? oh that's my cookbook, here's one on consignment
Uhhh and carry it like
day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written I'm gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations 'bout paper homie,
still no repent she just a take man pon consignment
Say mi cant take no ice cream love its too cold for mi
Mi cant take no ice cream love its cold cant
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