Just wit my homies, off of that gonja
Yeah
Aye cidd, you make this?
Just wit my homies, off of that gonja
He ‘ont get bread, he inna honda
I gotta comma, on comma, on comma
Yeah that’s that bank
Innna’ g5, going to Bahamas
He gon’ get chopped up, Benihana
I’m on the tip top, like Obama
She ain’t my hoe, just know her from way back
I gotta bape wrap, onna’ maybach
Leakin’ his addy, we gettin’ some payback
If you send shots, just know we gon’ spray back
I blew my money, then I took the bag back
He owe me money, so he better pay that
I’m in the stu’, so I’m never gon’ layback
I’m wit’ my gang, wit’ my whole fleet
We got big guns, thеy gon’ retreat
I got the ricks up on my feet
Thеy takin L’s, they got defeat
Takin them bullets, like a treat
We hit they face, so they cannot speak
I’m on my own path, I’m unique
That’s that different shit
What is you sayin’ bout that money, cuz you ain’t get none
No he don’t
Me and my homies all pulled up with them big ass guns
We shoot they whole team, til they done
I took his bitch, and we had fun
He seen my choppa, he got stunned
Bitch I’m a devil but i don’t do stunts
I keep a 22. In my pocket
I feel like Kim Jung witta’ rocket
She on my line, I told the bitch stop it
Sold him a feature, but I know he not it
I gotta foreign, and exotics
That bitch a junkie, she been poppin’
Twisted like dreads, get to the lockin’
Tha’ that boy ain’t nothin, get to the moppin’
Just wit my homies, off of that gonja
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Just wit my homies, off of that gonja
He ‘ont get bread, he inna’ honda
I gotta comma, on comma, on comma
Yeah that’s that bank
Innna’ g5, going to Bahamas
He gon’ get chopped up, Benihanna
I’m on the tip top, like Obama
She ain’t my hoe, just know her from way back
I gotta’ bape wrap, onna maybach
Leakin’ his addy, we gettin some payback
If you send shots, just know we gon’ spray back
I blew my money, then I took the bag back
He owe me money, so he better pay that
I’m in the stu’ so I’m never gon’ layback
Yeah
Aye cidd, you make this?
Just wit my homies, off of that gonja
He ‘ont get bread, he inna honda
I gotta comma, on comma, on comma
Yeah that’s that bank
Innna’ g5, going to Bahamas
He gon’ get chopped up, Benihana
I’m on the tip top, like Obama
She ain’t my hoe, just know her from way back
I gotta bape wrap, onna’ maybach
Leakin’ his addy, we gettin’ some payback
If you send shots, just know we gon’ spray back
I blew my money, then I took the bag back
He owe me money, so he better pay that
I’m in the stu’, so I’m never gon’ layback
I’m wit’ my gang, wit’ my whole fleet
We got big guns, thеy gon’ retreat
I got the ricks up on my feet
Thеy takin L’s, they got defeat
Takin them bullets, like a treat
We hit they face, so they cannot speak
I’m on my own path, I’m unique
That’s that different shit
What is you sayin’ bout that money, cuz you ain’t get none
No he don’t
Me and my homies all pulled up with them big ass guns
We shoot they whole team, til they done
I took his bitch, and we had fun
He seen my choppa, he got stunned
Bitch I’m a devil but i don’t do stunts
I keep a 22. In my pocket
I feel like Kim Jung witta’ rocket
She on my line, I told the bitch stop it
Sold him a feature, but I know he not it
I gotta foreign, and exotics
That bitch a junkie, she been poppin’
Twisted like dreads, get to the lockin’
Tha’ that boy ain’t nothin, get to the moppin’
Just wit my homies, off of that gonja
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Just wit my homies, off of that gonja
He ‘ont get bread, he inna’ honda
I gotta comma, on comma, on comma
Yeah that’s that bank
Innna’ g5, going to Bahamas
He gon’ get chopped up, Benihanna
I’m on the tip top, like Obama
She ain’t my hoe, just know her from way back
I gotta’ bape wrap, onna maybach
Leakin’ his addy, we gettin some payback
If you send shots, just know we gon’ spray back
I blew my money, then I took the bag back
He owe me money, so he better pay that
I’m in the stu’ so I’m never gon’ layback
( YBM Cidd )
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