Gen five on my lap all day, I ain't ducking shit
I don't care about hoes, just care about money, but I will f*ck your bitch
I pulled up with ARP, twin pulled up with G-Lock switch
Any nigga dissed on blitz got put inside that f*cking ditch
I got money on my mind, I got murder on my conscience
How the f*ck is you a killer, you seen em die, you had vomit
You ain't gotta tell me go, I see a opp and bitch, I'm on it
I keep dropping all this bread, stay on they head, just like a bonnet
Nigga dissed on me, huh, nigga dissed on me and died
Nigga dissed on me and died, why his homeboys ain't revived
Any nigga diss on me, oh, my mama ain't alive
Pop out with that ARP just cause they say I ain't outside
Bag on it, I'ma catch all of my shells, giving all my opps hell
I'ma go head and wish them well, cause they all dead
Put them niggas on a shelf like a f*cking deer head
I don't need no f*cking help, everybody around me going fed
Changed my number like six times, I done poured up like six lines
I done f*cked on like six dimes in just like one week, huh
Know I love all of my nines, know we all gon' get the shine
But it just ain't some of our time, hope y'all keep it street
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Gen five on my lap all day, I ain't ducking shit
I don't care about hoes, just care about money, but I will f*ck your bitch
I pulled up with ARP, twin pulled up with G-Lock switch
Any nigga dissed on blitz got put inside that f*cking ditch
I got money on my mind, I got murder on my conscience
How the f*ck is you a killer, you seen em die, you had vomit
You ain't gotta tell me go, I see a opp and bitch, I'm on it
I keep dropping all this bread, stay on they head, just like a bonnet
Nigga dissed on me, huh, nigga dissed on me and died
Nigga dissed on me and died, why his homeboys ain't revived
Any nigga diss on me, oh, my mama ain't alive
Pop out with that ARP just cause they say I ain't outside
Bag on it, I'ma catch all of my shells, giving all my opps hell
I'ma go head and wish them well, cause they all dead
Put them niggas on a shelf like a f*cking deer head
I don't need no f*cking help, everybody around me going fed
Changed my number like six times, I done poured up like six lines
I done f*cked on like six dimes in just like one week, huh
Know I love all of my nines, know we all gon' get the shine
But it just ain't some of our time, hope y'all keep it street
I don't care about hoes, just care about money, but I will f*ck your bitch
I pulled up with ARP, twin pulled up with G-Lock switch
Any nigga dissed on blitz got put inside that f*cking ditch
I got money on my mind, I got murder on my conscience
How the f*ck is you a killer, you seen em die, you had vomit
You ain't gotta tell me go, I see a opp and bitch, I'm on it
I keep dropping all this bread, stay on they head, just like a bonnet
Nigga dissed on me, huh, nigga dissed on me and died
Nigga dissed on me and died, why his homeboys ain't revived
Any nigga diss on me, oh, my mama ain't alive
Pop out with that ARP just cause they say I ain't outside
Bag on it, I'ma catch all of my shells, giving all my opps hell
I'ma go head and wish them well, cause they all dead
Put them niggas on a shelf like a f*cking deer head
I don't need no f*cking help, everybody around me going fed
Changed my number like six times, I done poured up like six lines
I done f*cked on like six dimes in just like one week, huh
Know I love all of my nines, know we all gon' get the shine
But it just ain't some of our time, hope y'all keep it street
Writer: Devon White
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