Since They didn’t Take his Life You got Noting Never mind Most the troops Never die In the war Bakers Stabs No Recruit Why the bUy AsenTia Often bark Bevause you can’t Become the king Woth those mouse Open screen Wildebeest cats
I fell in love with the money there’s no going back knees deep in it wanna build up stacks wanna fly away go on endless holiday live a life a life of luxury and have about a thousand plaques I’m money motivated always been a grinder I’m directing movies like my name is Snyder bro just shot his shot I swear he scored a blinder I pattern up quick I’m a fashion designer watch how the pendulum swings it’s a clock ticking and I’m such a genuine guy I’ll get the phone ringing engine barks to loud late at night it’s like I’m dog sitting to many bars stored up in my mind let’s go fly tipping whys bro moving like there’s panic at the disco different kind of man I’m moving like I’m frisco all these questions she’s asking this ain’t no quiz show hands flying like I’m Ali let’s do the limbo everything I lost in my life Imma get it back I still shoot shots on the side like my name is Shaq I still look out for the guys I’m never gunna slack wanna get paid all in cash I ain’t paying tax
Let me tell em something pet me tell em there's alot that u domt know about me ever since knee hight i learnt how to fight g tom in the whip us on a trip doing high speeds fuck anyone who dont like me in the lane speeding one I miss u text n she's leaving thats my bitch till the day I stop breathing
She said that I’m a dog I bet she wanna bite now Nittys at the trap spot so I gotta put the phone down U say that u got money? Cool just pull the dough out Quarter milli on my wrist, 10 years till I blow out Trapstars,gangsters,fraudsters is what its all about Age 18 it’s time to go on road now Grinding soon enough we gonna roll loud One hunna on a rap song time to do tour outs Free Op had to get the yute BORED out Hoes sitting in the car bet they getting bored now New Trap scheming but we pullin different chords now Look I told my bro watch my 6 and imma watch yours I grew up round those trappers and them outlaws Trap spots runnin out of back doors I paint pictures with these words call me Jack Frost You touch Man U catch corn Hoodie on my face Blacked out if it’s gang wars How they cappin Catch em out and they catch more Swervin in the summer one hunna on a rap tour This ting by my waist big coming like a hacksaw
