[LYRICS] Yeah, shinin' hard 'cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know you gon' get stopped, tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me No baby, your collection, won't stand for it You know you're in relationship with all us I get a few texts a day sayin', "It's all yours" I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag Chart broke, bitch 'bout to drag Nigga had M's 'fore ass Got a brand new bitch, who that? Rock the flooded AP, all black White toes, give me a tan Cocaine, kill it, ten All a bitch wanna do is shine Audemars, pick which kind I made you a starter You went from a dime to a quarter I cheat code the projects I'm leaving that loud in apartments, yeah Don't play with a sergeant, I'm ready to spoil it She suckin' my dick, I'm hidin' in the closet I'm hidin' the dope, three mil' in the room You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons Shinin' hard 'cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know you gon' get stopped, tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me I bought the jet-skis Give me the yacht please I made you queen status Check out my lean status I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I put my dick inside her mouth before she left Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes I put my dick right in her mouth before she act I got your bitch in a backpack I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room Got a penthouse in the back, it ain't my main room Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent That's the only reason I let 'em fly private Shinin' hard 'cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know you gon' get stopped, tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
You guys are such spoiled bratty fans, not every single night your favorite artist is going to run up and down the stage, plus the song and the vibe was calm ,cool and chilled. Just relax and sing along
Future and illuminati sealed rip xxx rip nipsey rip mom rip Pablo rip Ryan rip stashie rip akiel rip headbach rip tbo rip bloodboss and all the generals and fallen soilders tg mad
