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Aye 

 

Ain’t really nothin’ man 

Ya just gotta do it 

Ya just gotta do it for ‘em 

 

Aye 

 

I make money like nothin’ you seen 

7 days a week 

I get lifted off the green 

You get shot up in ya spleen boy 

 

Talkin’ all that mean boy 

We always see you on a screen 

Ain’t enough, we get rough 

Catchin’ bodies every way 

 

Steady movin’ in the fold 

‘Specially if I see you on the streets 

I’m snatchin’ up yo whore 

You won’t see her anymore 

 

Walk up in the club 

Tokin’ all the bud 

All the bitches fallin’ on the floor 

All I do is catch the bands 

Money dance 

 

Brodie see the money hands 

Bout a flood a bitty pants 

You ain’t really fuckin’ man 

 

Aye 

You ain’t really fuckin’ man 

I don’t know 

I don’t know what you been up to 

But it ain’t been fuckin’ man so 

Fix that shit 

I’m on the track 

I’m bout to flex 

Ya bitch want this neck 

Give her that neck 

 

I’m workin’ sets 

Ya bitch wanna have sex 

Give her that deck 

Give her that deck 

 

Spacin’ out 

Like the Jetsons 

Get your facts straight 

Check your reference 

 

Pushing weight 

Like a mexican 

New Richard Mille 

Had to flex in 

 

More gas 

Then Bespin 

Got 2 bitches 

They lesbian 

 

Shootin’ shots 

At your residence 

Rob all yo shit 

Great Depression 

 

Steve Urkel 

I’m geeked up 

Bitch face like a pizza 

 

Ya got no team 

No features 

Llama boy 

Carl Wheezer 

 

Mob ties 

Wife beater 

Pourin’ up 

With the liter 

 

Slingin’ shots 2 seater 

That I ain’t finna pay the meter 

 

I’m on the track 

I’m bout to flex 

Ya bitch want this neck 

Give her that neck 

 

I’m workin’ sets 

Ya bitch wanna have sex 

Give her that deck 

Give her that deck 

Make yo bitch wiggle them hips 

On the dick like a ribstik 

Coat the shit in lipstick 

Up watchin’ the stars for fulfillment 

Of wishes 

 

All night club bender 

These hoes look like witches 

I’m burnin’ sage frequently 

For demons and bitches 

 

I’m schemin’ on witches 

Quick hands on the gat 

It’s a murder man Bonanza 

 

Slick like Tony Danza 

I’m rap’s Glenn Danzig 

Go and fetch ya bands up 

 

Fuckin’ up my money 

On my momma 

Get yo wig split 

 

Shootin’ up the blocks 

Like heroin in the 80s 

 

Central Park 

Throwin’ rocks 

Fuckin’ crackhead 

Crazy 

 

And I copped the new Reeboks 

On sale at Macy’s 

 

What the fuck happened 

To Lebron James’ hairline 

That shit is laid out 

Like some goddamn landmines 

 

Paw Patrol and adderall 

Pinball and Steve Segall 

Flippin’ all the panels 

It’s a universal channel y’all 

 

Flippin’ all the panels 

It’s a universal channel y’all 

Flippin’ all the panels 

It’s a universal channel y’all 

45K on some new land 

500K on the new lamb 

If she gonna rock with me 

Then you get slammed 

 

See yo girlfriend with me 

And we holdin’ hands 

She think I’m a cutie 

Cause I’m holdin’ bands 

 

Got Suns in 7 

That’s 100 bands 

It’s like 500 hoes 

100 Xans 

 

Creepin’ thru the woods 

Like the boogeyman 

Had a Glock .45 

In my fuckin’ hand 

 

Ima God to these hoes 

I’m the fuckin’ man 

I’m like Terminator 2 

I’m like runnin’ man 

 

Got a oxy and a xanny 

In my fuckin’ hands 

 

I just came from the flat 

And I told that bitch she fat 

And she mad 

 

I got all these foes from my past 

And they tryna take my racks 

I pull out my staff 

And I scream you shall not pass 

 

And I’m on the biggest planes 

And I ride the fastest trains 

And I gotta lot of jobs 

So I do a lotta things 

 

I could give a fuck about you 

If you ain’t buying me rings 

If you ain’t buying me things 

If you ain’t buying me dreams 

 

If you ain’t cleanin’ the sink 

And I’m too mean in the paint 

Had to reup on that dank 

I don’t feel a lotta pain 

 

I’m like Django in the chains 

When I’m blowin’ out their brains 

 

Bitch drivin’ me insane 

Always driving switching lanes 

Suck me and she gave me brain 

 

Every single fuckin’ day 

I might fly her outta state 

I might cop anotha wraith 

You might need a room to stay 

 

I might need to rule the state 

Vampires all around 

Ima put em in the ground 

Cutthroat with the chef blade 

Count the bread with the dough I bake 

You gluten free 

Pockets desolate 

Count my chicken 

Let it marinade 

 

Barbershop with the clean ass fade 

Kobe B. with the clean ass fade 

Take yo money NCAA 

Step back then seed the J 

 

Double park on the Mini Cooper 

Lost ya job had to ride a scooter 

Fake chains Walmart jeweler 

Kiss my feet bitch I’m the ruler 

 

In the paper you should stay on Google 

Get that money live sports on Hulu 

Bitch thick like an udon noodle 

Fuck the head get bamboozled 

 

Sunday with steak and eggs 

Pay yo bills need an arm and leg 

Crossed em up might’ve broke his leg 

I’m the king off with ya head 

 

Flu season way my money spread 

You my son put you right to bed 

On ya head like I’m Boba Fett 

Blue and red lights then I fled 

 

Feta cheese like my pockets Greece 

Speakers loud disturb the peace 

You catchin’ Polio no vaccine 

Ray Allen with the quick release 

 

Play no games like Chuck E. Cheese 

Off the lot you need a lease 

 

K, Serf, Nico 

Holy Trinity 

On God levels like a deity 

Yah 

 

God levels like a deity 

Yah 

God levels like a deity 

Yah 

 

God levels like a deity 

I got new shoes 

I got new kicks 

Bought a new house 

Bitch got new bricks 

 

And it’s new clout 

With these new hits 

New haters tryna rob me 

Of my new bitch 

 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

 

Ain’t no lie 

Almost sounded low key Crip 

 

Take a trip 

Fly over out to Egypt 

At the top 

Milli rockin’ on the pyramids 

Bitch asked me bout the money 

Made a myriad 

 

Stimmi hit 

So I didn’t rip the semi 

Call Lester 

Ya need to scoop him off the Henny 

 

Red suit Eddie Murphy 

I’m delirious 

Uppercut these fake rappers 

I get furious 

 

If I’m on the block 

Don’t shoot me 

I’m not that goofy 

I cop me a 2 piece 

 

And I got jumped 

Got out all right 

Hangin’ out with the pump 

Weedin’ out the spies 

We steppin’ on the runts 

 

If I’m with my guys 

I ain’t lookin’ for no cunt 

If I’m makin’ money 

Then it’s probably through a front 

 

Start screamin’ Serf 

Tryna come hang 

It’s so sad 

You ain’t ever have a gang 

So mad but it’s never gonna change 

 

I started out in this game 

I was lonely 

No beats, no rhymes 

No homies 

 

The way I work 

You could only put it on me 

 

Look around at you clowns 

Hear you phony 

 

And it’s so scary 

How I pick up on they moves 

And I care rarely bout the shit 

They tryna prove 

 

And every time they sunk 

Was every time I flew 

 

You cannot charge me bro 

You cannot book me 

Had the VPN 

When I made it off to Cookie’s 

 

I don’t do the hair down there 

No wookie 

And I’m always paid out 

Say a prayer 

For my pookies 

 

It’s so sad 

You won’t ever have a gang 

 

It’s so sad 

You won’t ever have a gang 

 

I earn what I got 

And I’m still gettin’

Keep it up on God 

I’m still lookin’

 

Keep it up on God 

I’m still lookin’

 

All this time 

Y’all keep forgettin’

 

I got new shoes 

I got new kicks 

Bought a new house 

Bitch got new bricks 

 

And it’s new clout 

With these new hits 

New haters tryna rob me 

Of my new bitch 

 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

125 on rodeo 

On the new shit 

 

Ain’t no lie 

Almost sounded low key Crip 

I’m still eatin’

Yah 

 

I’m still breathin’

I got people on my back 

And they not leavin’

 

Ain’t that cool though 

They don’t know I’m a fool though 

Climb on yo bitch 

Wanna suck my kudos 

 

What I got on my wrist 

But you got no foreplay 

And I got with yo bitch 

Got her in 4 days 

 

Hit her like Jorge 

Oh my God what the fuck 

 

She don’t even like you 

She just like your money 

She just like your father 

She like oh my God 

 

Honey where the fuck you goin’

With that Louis bag? 

Thought you bought that shit for me 

I threw you some ass 

But I grabbed that 

And you sad ya 

Look at my cash app 

I got stacks 

You got ass 

Yah, yah, yah 

I got bitches wanna hmu 

But they can’t fuck 

Ya they can’t fuck 

Ya they can’t fuck 

 

Got bitches wanna hmu 

But they can’t fuck 

But they can’t fuck 

But they can’t fuck 

 

Got bitches wanna hmu 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

 

Got bitches wanna hmu 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

 

6 bitches in the range 

Draco with extendos drained 

Been in such a long rage 

Bitch I just called the game 

 

Step back 3 

Call me James 

I don’t fuck whores bitch 

Ain’t no fuckin’ way 

That I’m fuckin’ bitches in the stew 

 

Got no money just like you 

Wanna hit the weed for free 

Bitch you betta suck this dick 

Said she want her pussy slayed 

 

You got a thotty daughter 

Take yo ass to bed 

She got school tomorrow 

 

Got bitches wanna hmu 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

 

Got bitches wanna hmu 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

 

Eat shit 

Burrito 

Lightsaber 

Green glow 

 

Bitch you cap 

Pinochio 

Hit yo grandma 

RKO 

 

Cryin’ jammed my big toe 

Sour cream potato 

Wash yo hands 

Lots of soap 

Run a stop sign 

On my phone 

 

I got heart 

I got fight 

Catch me strapped 

Butter knife 

 

Faucet leak 

She won’t pipe 

Can’t you see 

Bitch you die 

 

Slash you up 

Apple pie 

Thought we good 

Bitch you lie 

 

I don’t talk 

Bitch I’m shy 

You like cash 

That’s a lie 

 

Got bitches wanna hmu 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

 

Got bitches wanna hmu 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

But I can’t fuck 

I fucked up 

Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo 

 

Every day I count the money like I’m bleedin’

17 a month I don’t need it 

Really what I might just leave them 

Really what I might just leave them 

Hit the store I want the dime 

Text this whore I want her time 

Rings around my fuckin’ eyes 

Never really tryna cry 

 

I got all this turbo pack 

This where all the murder at 

I pull up with 30 racks 

On the hunt for all these rats 

 

Arizona fake ID 

Spliffies we gonna back em up 

Swear yo hoe is mad as fuck 

Rollin’ out the rally truck 

 

Still I’m in the valley bruh 

Said I’m smokin’ Cali bud 

80 blunts we tally up 

Late night hittin’ Sally up 

 

Late night hittin’ Brenda 

Hittin’ Cassie 

Perc has got me 

Feelin’ crappy 

 

Sloppy got me feelin’ happy 

Bitches hit me for the addy 

And I tend not to reply 

And it gets em feelin’ sappy 

 

Aye 

No no 

Aye 

No no 

 

Deez nuts in yo mouth bitch 

Blew a tire down the streets 

So I left my car there 

 

Post it up 

With the gang 

We’re all drinkin’ cognac 

 

Hit em with the friendly phrase 

No hands stoppin’ me 

When these others fuckin’ rant 

No man stoppin’ me 

 

Under me you catchin’ stitches 

All my groupies sad bitches 

And the crew got mad riches 

Sandwiches and bad bitches 

 

In the field with the crew 

Eatin’ meals in the booth 

What’s the deal 

What it do 

Bet I’m finna kill a fool 

 

If iss real 

Where’s the proof? 

Wasn’t clear 

On the rules 

 

Big bands 

All my wishes 

Do you fuckin’ feel me 

 

I don’t even got the time 

What’s the deal with these dudes? 

And I ain’t keepin’ time 

 

Blew a tire down the streets 

So I left my car there 

 

Post it up 

With the gang 

We’re all drinkin’ cognac 

 

Hit em with the friendly phrase 

No hands stoppin’ me 

When these others fuckin’ rant 

No man stoppin’ me 

 

No man stoppin’ me 

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