I just made a hundred thousand,
shit hit different
Punchin' in, I'm starin' at my arm,
I see my
I just made a hundred thousand,
that shit hit different
Punchin' in, I'm starin' at my arm,
I see my
Wrists hittin', don't make a livin' out his crib, he got a rich kitchen
I'll pay a thousand for two lines, cause I'm a rich zipper
See niggas trollin' on the gram,
act like my big sister I ain't finna do no back and forth, these niggas been bitches
My n***a popped a pink 10
and now it's lit, b***h
And I only use this
Glock to lead a crib, b***h, it's a hip pistol
I hit a lick for 20 bands for like I'm
Miss
Bristol
Came in chrome hard off new
Dior's, b***h, I'm a rich
Christian
I beat and shot the
Patterson cause I'm a sick n***a
I just signed the distribution deal,
they gave me six figures
I had two b***hes in the crib,
I told them b***h, scissor
Maddest f*** them,
cheated on my b***h and f***ed her big sister
She get to playin' sad songs,
I told her, f*** scissor
B***hes, f*** you and f*** your feelings,
I'm a rough n***a
B***hes, f*** you and all them n***as,
y some fake killers
With the gel it ain't no guns in there,
I got a smash
Niggas put a fully button on the back,
now it's a fast pistol
Brody tryna slide down on the hop, so
I'ma crash with him
Tryna beef with my niggas,
you won't last with him
Walk around in new
Balenciagas, blew a bag on him
Fucked the ground up in
Brody's scat, I hit a drag on him
Field wins, stoppin' with the
hits until the last whistle
Oh, you think you big,
body finna cause sizzle?
Got a rap check and bought a
bully for a dog kennel
Made a couple thousand, hearin' scams,
it's a fraud system
Last nigga run up on the gang,
had to eat missiles