Xd Out

I hate when them niggas be talking bout money but they ain't getting no cash Said that you was gone get some hundreds yo ass is broke you ain't got no bag These niggas is sick that shit is getting sad The baddest bitch I done already had I be in my own lane but try me ima crash He ran up on Jayy got his potato mashed Bitch run up on me I bet you gone get smushed Steady flexing yo pack bet I get yo shit took Been stacking up money I like how it look He still mad I ran off guess to him ima crook But to me he just look like a stain Seen my brother run off and he ain't do a thing If I up with this fye you lift off like a plane Told yo bitch I can't marry my name ain't Jane Put him to sleep like my bitch when I hit her with that thang Like I hit him with that pipe When I up with this pole bet this bitch take his life Made his ass get x'd out like they gave him a strike He ain't come with a pole he was looking to fight But he ran out of luck cause my niggas don't do that They pull up with big switch and don't aim where they shoot at They say I'm the new wave I been that with no durag Dissing on Amber name that'll get yo whole crew whacked I just smoke on some dope then I murder a beat This lil bitch at my crib keep on murdering meat I get tired of you talking chop put you to sleep But I'm stacking up money I ain't worried about beef And you know I got blicks I ain't worried bout shit Better pray to the lord before reaching for my wrist Opp mention my name check his ass off the list I been smoking that dank his homie in my spliff I had fucked that boy bitch he tryna drive off a cliff Beat her pussy up quick then made her get a Lyft Had to kick her out quick bitch you can't stay here Bitch I said get out I know you heard me clear I know you heard me clear cause I don't motherfucking stutter In my face talking shit bitch just go get your brother Ima put him in a pack and bring tears to your mother When I'm out got a rack it don't matter the weather I been said these niggas bitches need to get on my level I heard yo homie be snitching paperwork say he telling Now I'm going up quick niggas mad I'm prevailing I don't be worried bout shit I'm getting money while I'm chilling Dropping hit after after hit at this point im a veteran True Religion my jacket you can tell by the leathering When the check touch down break it down with my brethren Got this thrax in my lungs and I know you been smelling it