Feel like shit been getting hella hot gota keep the mop cause I can’t slip don’t wanna end up dead and shit that’s a bitch I didn’t even get to be rich but as long as my day1s won’t switch
Lately I’ve been hella sick Losing my niggas like Rick Who gona have you when you in some shit Never worried about a bitch Just make sure I’m rich before I’m in a ditch Get life before I turn snitch Free my uncle wish we can switch Make shure he good send him a kit This shit really got some kick Walk around with a stick but I got 20/20
Case closed open up we at the front door Got a lot of money still tryna make mo Niggas tripping told these bitches get some slip ons everyday a new day same wrist watch money stacking long it gon double mei ling and Susan lei want the trouble I be out in the field making plays You be on the side line where you stay Ehh Stop Joshin I be runnin up this rap shit Niggas in my dms talking loud get they ass kicked Feds talking I don’t say shit I don’t say shit But you do that the difference between me and you Saving up cash like i am a Jew Purple and the red I only love juice And I love to shoot I forogot that You say that we were friends uh I forgot that Yaaaa I forgot that Money on my mind I can’t fucking think straight Bitches on my line you can fucking relate Cops chasin I’m racin I’m evading Ain’t going to the pen I’m goin make it To many ks in the car I’m a racist Look on your girls phone I’m on her playlists Bitches love me cause I’m fly like Aladdin steppin to hard leaving competition flatten Dudes behind computers talk loud let’s get active I only smoke blunts those jays be to bitter You can’t last in this roto you a quitter RJNT represent Caught a opp blew on him He ain’t 50 cent You hear what I’m saying if not you need some hearing aids Preaching so loud almost seen the heavens gates Niggas need to elevate To new levels I be in the booth with the peddle to the metal Grinding so you think I got some truck under me Niggas talking loud get they ass beat I don’t got say shit lil bro gon blast heat You better run nigga Like you a gazelle Put tag on your toe like you is for sale Give ‘em hell Bullets come fast got you Dancing like micheal Far-well see you later I’ve been balling hard Just working for this paper Cut that boy off Gave that boy a low taper Boy get your paper up I be in the club throwin 1s With my shotgun tucked Ready to to do sum Ready to shoot sum Ready to wrap a nigga up like a mummy You might be smart but in these streets you a dummy Nigga go hard till the day your fucking body Drop That’s all I been taught Your wife’s lookin hot might have to take a shot Ehhhhhhh
