Bitch ain’t shit I ain’t with it
He runnin with a pistol
So he finna end up killing
Mix it in my lean that shit hard to find
I really wanna blow up
But that shit is hard to light
So I sold it I boom beam
She hit my phone I can’t see
Flexing on that bitch like damn glee
This chain shining like my wrist
So it glisten I ain’t shit so I gotta make it soon
Sell my soul or I’m grinding
Choose 2 I ain’t switch
Gotta make bread so I’m looting
I'm doing this shit so I can eat
I’m running that shit
I ain’t drop dropping that bitch and I got it
They asking how I been I’m on a bean
I can’t stop my grin I’m on the screens
I know they stare all day I’m ready
Camera lights action they gone press on play
I roll the stone in, I fill the hole in
I want that iced out shit I want it golden
I got enemies I’m gone flip it
Afraid of no bitch or a soul I’m not kidding
And I move shit safe uh
Feeling with my grove with my fist in wrist in
I’m grown listen gotta get it on my own
Gotta be strong Listen listen
What they saying bitch I’m winning
I wanna fuck that bitch then I’m dipping
Healing on beats on my momma and my daddy
He got caught with that steal
With that semi automatic in that bag bag
Neal on the sidewalk
What that jit steal my style with a coat on
Listen when I see his face I ain’t missing
I fuck that bitch down state we was kissing
Dang shit what I always see
Shit I got dollars on my jeans
I fucked her I was clean bitch Steam bitch
Fuck no bitch in the car on the phone with her man
I want a Patek and automatics
Want a car push to start and we keep the static
Want riches and my soul it causing havoc
Ready imma see how they fall off I study tragics
Been grinding for this shit got a goal
Keep talkin shit imma hit you get stolen, broken
Rent on my wrist and it golden, golden
Heart is so cold that bitch frozen, frozen
Big phone listen
I took a pic with yo bitch I was hitting
I can’t they throw shade on my name
Yea they adore my face I’m getting gains
Pay attention huh bitch I’m a blessing
Come on jit I’m real I’m addressing
I get it Cobain Balmain
On my waist with a belt so I’m calming
Bang this what that shit you said
Wanna Rollie all plain that shit glistening
He sold out jit lame he still mimicking
Wanna black Demon with the keys in It
I’m in a car bitch fuck around and die bitch
Soaring in the jet yea I fly bitch
Know me yea I'm soaring
Brimstone hit home
Jit gone copy my style
He runnin with a pistol
So he finna end up killing
Mix it in my lean that shit hard to find
I really wanna blow up
But that shit is hard to light
So I sold it I boom beam
She hit my phone I can’t see
Flexing on that bitch like damn glee
This chain shining like my wrist
So it glisten I ain’t shit so I gotta make it soon
Sell my soul or I’m grinding
Choose 2 I ain’t switch
Gotta make bread so I’m looting
I'm doing this shit so I can eat
I’m running that shit
I ain’t drop dropping that bitch and I got it
They asking how I been I’m on a bean
I can’t stop my grin I’m on the screens
I know they stare all day I’m ready
Camera lights action they gone press on play
I roll the stone in, I fill the hole in
I want that iced out shit I want it golden
I got enemies I’m gone flip it
Afraid of no bitch or a soul I’m not kidding
And I move shit safe uh
Feeling with my grove with my fist in wrist in
I’m grown listen gotta get it on my own
Gotta be strong Listen listen
What they saying bitch I’m winning
I wanna fuck that bitch then I’m dipping
Healing on beats on my momma and my daddy
He got caught with that steal
With that semi automatic in that bag bag
Neal on the sidewalk
What that jit steal my style with a coat on
Listen when I see his face I ain’t missing
I fuck that bitch down state we was kissing
Dang shit what I always see
Shit I got dollars on my jeans
I fucked her I was clean bitch Steam bitch
Fuck no bitch in the car on the phone with her man
I want a Patek and automatics
Want a car push to start and we keep the static
Want riches and my soul it causing havoc
Ready imma see how they fall off I study tragics
Been grinding for this shit got a goal
Keep talkin shit imma hit you get stolen, broken
Rent on my wrist and it golden, golden
Heart is so cold that bitch frozen, frozen
Big phone listen
I took a pic with yo bitch I was hitting
I can’t they throw shade on my name
Yea they adore my face I’m getting gains
Pay attention huh bitch I’m a blessing
Come on jit I’m real I’m addressing
I get it Cobain Balmain
On my waist with a belt so I’m calming
Bang this what that shit you said
Wanna Rollie all plain that shit glistening
He sold out jit lame he still mimicking
Wanna black Demon with the keys in It
I’m in a car bitch fuck around and die bitch
Soaring in the jet yea I fly bitch
Know me yea I'm soaring
Brimstone hit home
Jit gone copy my style
( Gouyardi )
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