Lyrics:
Quasimoto
Hah, my sex ain't homo, season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up
That's right (What's happenin', holmes)
That's right
Lil' Rob (What's going on, ese)
Hey you know what, I feel like partying
I[00:26.20]Gotta get it, I gotta get it, I gotta get this cake[00:28.46]Stackin' up this money, shit I'm tryna make away[00:31.66]Day by day, step by
knowing things are barley gettin' by
Shit I want it all, even if I don't get it at least I can say I tried
My own friends turned to dope fiends
gettin' by
Shit I want it all, even if I don't get it at least I can say I tried
My own friends turned to dope fiends and it shows
Ask me for 20 dollars
the same
Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When niggas can't be
a hottie
Oh no pray they don't try me
Tell Taetae
Just go by Jay Mazi
Lil niggas slimy
I swear so they grimy
Acting real
You just can't blind me
Hating from
the fuck you 'posed to do with that, nigga?
They gave my uncle twenty years, nigga
Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, nigga
I can tell ya how I
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
you know I kept one up
Thinking I was a birdy and got your lil shit plucked
Tried to take me out the game that's what your mans sent up
Tried to get up
Action touch down cause hell
Bitch I want static
No twenty one but I'm really a savage
Hold up Lil bro let me show em I'm savage ask
About me for you get
lil boy
You don’t watch that pitch
Imma beat that ass you choose ya switch lil boy
Let it be I could never let it be
I can’t understand it how you
with twenty more
If a day come that I'm taken, send lil Juan to hit ya hoe
I'on care how long i'm taking i swear to god you won't get my lo'
Rickey
Scream Real All They Know But A Sing Like They Witney
(Hook) I Heard What U Said Imma Get U for That Lil Stunt
Cinnabon Bun Clips Pockets Poking Like
more
She don't fuck with me no more
Twenty cases by the door
Ten feet deep and I'm alone
She don't fuck with me no more
She don't fuck with me
She
on the Grind I was taught to go get it
Up every morning by nine I push Weight and go lift it
I can’t talk lil money lil nigga I’m Prolific
Every time the money
lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck
' Rob]
I'm having a conversation with somebody who's not even there
Hearin the voices inside my head saying you'll get no where he you care
I be the Lil
I'm with a pretty twenty three she like Jordan
And you don't have to leave tomorrow in the morning
I need that L-O-V-E until you get boring
Lil baby I
lil' nigga 'nem ignorant, rob, murder, kill, stealin' (murder)
And every time we get a drop, murder, leave no witness (murder, murder)
Got close up
strap up on my waist can't leave without the gun
Heard these suckas tryna rob me tryna have a lil fun
Come and fuck with Lil OhJacee find out I'm not
count it up and get dough, kill a opp tadoe
Tell a pussy don't fold, I put a thottie' on hold
Aye, choppa by my side, and a bitch on my lap
With a hoe
you wanna rob me
Fuck nigga get to running, yeah when I'm wreckin'
Do the dash, speeding up, nigga I'm not crashing
Holding my money, bitch you better
It's time to get cruck like a houseparty
Lil nigga want beef better choose smartly
Like wwe I'm to raw
I'll smack a nigga down hit em in the jaw
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