[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse]
Fresh Balenciagas, check the kicks, bitch
I ain't callin' on no nigga 'cause I hit shit
If I ever call a play, then it's a blitz, bitch
Cutthroat nigga, yeah, we slit shit, slide
Dude ain't have no Wock', so I settled for Tris
If it's up, then it's up, I ain't settlin' shit
If he talkin', he the loudest, he probably a bitch
When it come to murder dubs, we as real as it get
I'm a dog on these hoes, I'm really a pit'
Goin' crazy on these niggas, can't take it, they sick
They don't fuck around with teases, they know I'ma trip
F&N on my hip make grown niggas shit
Pockets lookin' swole, they fat as a blunt
Try to take it, I'ma pop it, I'm lettin' it rip
Slick talkin' to these hoes, they think I'm a pimp
But if I like her, I'ma cop it, I'm lit as a bitch
Bitch, I'm iced the fuck out, who turned the lights on?
Fuckin' with Lil Nut, we'll turn your lights out
Summertime with no shirts, we brought the bikes out
Fuck I look like fightin', all these pipes 'round?
Dior jacket drippin', can't get this in Macys
I don't need a bitch for nothin', my trappin' go crazy
Ruthless for that bag, they callin' me crazy
Bad bitch just like Ashanti, she callin' me baby
So much dogshit in the spot, I think I got rabies
If I'm ever in a jam, I know how to play it
We put switches on the Glocks, just aim it and spray it
Up the ticket on the bag, but fuck it, I paid it
Got forty flows on these hoes like fuck it, I made it
Stack that shit up by the hundreds, I know how to save it
Cash money, all blues, no Slim or no Baby
If I front a nigga somethin', don't think he won't pay me
[Outro]
Cash money, all blues, no Slim or no Baby
If I front a nigga somethin', don't think he won't pay me (Six-figure talk)
Cash money, all blues, no Slim or no Baby
If I front a nigga somethin', don't think he won't pay me
Sippin' on that good shit
It's Jim, nigga
Get the bag gone, nigga
What that trap do, nigga? Yeah
Sixty on the wrist, fifty on the neck, you understand me?
F&N case a nigga play
Play, you lay
Bitch
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse]
Fresh Balenciagas, check the kicks, bitch
I ain't callin' on no nigga 'cause I hit shit
If I ever call a play, then it's a blitz, bitch
Cutthroat nigga, yeah, we slit shit, slide
Dude ain't have no Wock', so I settled for Tris
If it's up, then it's up, I ain't settlin' shit
If he talkin', he the loudest, he probably a bitch
When it come to murder dubs, we as real as it get
I'm a dog on these hoes, I'm really a pit'
Goin' crazy on these niggas, can't take it, they sick
They don't fuck around with teases, they know I'ma trip
F&N on my hip make grown niggas shit
Pockets lookin' swole, they fat as a blunt
Try to take it, I'ma pop it, I'm lettin' it rip
Slick talkin' to these hoes, they think I'm a pimp
But if I like her, I'ma cop it, I'm lit as a bitch
Bitch, I'm iced the fuck out, who turned the lights on?
Fuckin' with Lil Nut, we'll turn your lights out
Summertime with no shirts, we brought the bikes out
Fuck I look like fightin', all these pipes 'round?
Dior jacket drippin', can't get this in Macys
I don't need a bitch for nothin', my trappin' go crazy
Ruthless for that bag, they callin' me crazy
Bad bitch just like Ashanti, she callin' me baby
So much dogshit in the spot, I think I got rabies
If I'm ever in a jam, I know how to play it
We put switches on the Glocks, just aim it and spray it
Up the ticket on the bag, but fuck it, I paid it
Got forty flows on these hoes like fuck it, I made it
Stack that shit up by the hundreds, I know how to save it
Cash money, all blues, no Slim or no Baby
If I front a nigga somethin', don't think he won't pay me
[Outro]
Cash money, all blues, no Slim or no Baby
If I front a nigga somethin', don't think he won't pay me (Six-figure talk)
Cash money, all blues, no Slim or no Baby
If I front a nigga somethin', don't think he won't pay me
Sippin' on that good shit
It's Jim, nigga
Get the bag gone, nigga
What that trap do, nigga? Yeah
Sixty on the wrist, fifty on the neck, you understand me?
F&N case a nigga play
Play, you lay
Bitch
( 22nd Jim )
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