She wanna f*ck, she don't know my name
Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain
Road to riches, I stay in my lane
Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins
If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her
Say that she love me, but I don't believe her
Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer
She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa
I feel like I'mma shoot her
I feel like I'mma run up the money
And I never pollute it
And I never gon' switch up on Gang them
You should know how we do it
You should know that I walk down face shot
Slide with a fye I'mma do it
Got expensive habits in my closet
Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing
Bad man thinking that you got money
You know you ain't getting no guap
Boy, you's a sad man
Used to jig and finesse
Used to rob everything that I got
That's all that I had, man
Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap
All I do is stack, yeah
Hot shells But my jewelry so cold
Youngest nigga, but my money so old
Jigging finesse, got my wrist in a bowl
Front door serving, I'll serve at the door
How you a trapper you staying in school
Pussy ass nigga, you play by the rules
I'mma just slide with a fye with a tool
Walk down face, shot nigga, then boom
Walk down face, shot nigga, kablam
Nigga, I did this shit for the fam
Nigga, I ain't have a pot to piss on or a pan
I did this shit with a plan
I did this shit with my motherf*cking gang
Niggas, they pussy, I know that they lame
Niggas, they doing their thing for the fame
Nigga, on Cball, I keep me a K
She wanna f*ck, she don't know my name
Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain
Road to riches, I stay in my lane
Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins
If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her
Say that she love me, but I don't believe her
Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer
She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa
I feel like I'mma shoot her
I feel like I'mma run up the money
And I never pollute it
And I never gon' switch up on Gang them
You should know how we do it
You should know that I walk down face shot
Slide with a fye I'mma do it
Got expensive habits in my closet
Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing
Bad man thinking that you got money
You know you ain't getting no guap
Boy, you's a sad man
Used to jig and finesse
Used to rob everything that I got
That's all that I had, man
Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap
All I do is stack, yeah
Let's go
I feel like I'm a shooter or something
I walk down that face, how'd I slide with a push of a button
Niggas out here ain't on nothing
Go
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She wanna f*ck, she don't know my name
Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain
Road to riches, I stay in my lane
Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins
If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her
Say that she love me, but I don't believe her
Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer
She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa
I feel like I'mma shoot her
I feel like I'mma run up the money
And I never pollute it
And I never gon' switch up on Gang them
You should know how we do it
You should know that I walk down face shot
Slide with a fye I'mma do it
Got expensive habits in my closet
Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing
Bad man thinking that you got money
You know you ain't getting no guap
Boy, you's a sad man
Used to jig and finesse
Used to rob everything that I got
That's all that I had, man
Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap
All I do is stack, yeah
Hot shells But my jewelry so cold
Youngest nigga, but my money so old
Jigging finesse, got my wrist in a bowl
Front door serving, I'll serve at the door
How you a trapper you staying in school
Pussy ass nigga, you play by the rules
I'mma just slide with a fye with a tool
Walk down face, shot nigga, then boom
Walk down face, shot nigga, kablam
Nigga, I did this shit for the fam
Nigga, I ain't have a pot to piss on or a pan
I did this shit with a plan
I did this shit with my motherf*cking gang
Niggas, they pussy, I know that they lame
Niggas, they doing their thing for the fame
Nigga, on Cball, I keep me a K
She wanna f*ck, she don't know my name
Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain
Road to riches, I stay in my lane
Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins
If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her
Say that she love me, but I don't believe her
Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer
She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa
I feel like I'mma shoot her
I feel like I'mma run up the money
And I never pollute it
And I never gon' switch up on Gang them
You should know how we do it
You should know that I walk down face shot
Slide with a fye I'mma do it
Got expensive habits in my closet
Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing
Bad man thinking that you got money
You know you ain't getting no guap
Boy, you's a sad man
Used to jig and finesse
Used to rob everything that I got
That's all that I had, man
Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap
All I do is stack, yeah
Let's go
I feel like I'm a shooter or something
I walk down that face, how'd I slide with a push of a button
Niggas out here ain't on nothing
Go
Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain
Road to riches, I stay in my lane
Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins
If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her
Say that she love me, but I don't believe her
Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer
She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa
I feel like I'mma shoot her
I feel like I'mma run up the money
And I never pollute it
And I never gon' switch up on Gang them
You should know how we do it
You should know that I walk down face shot
Slide with a fye I'mma do it
Got expensive habits in my closet
Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing
Bad man thinking that you got money
You know you ain't getting no guap
Boy, you's a sad man
Used to jig and finesse
Used to rob everything that I got
That's all that I had, man
Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap
All I do is stack, yeah
Hot shells But my jewelry so cold
Youngest nigga, but my money so old
Jigging finesse, got my wrist in a bowl
Front door serving, I'll serve at the door
How you a trapper you staying in school
Pussy ass nigga, you play by the rules
I'mma just slide with a fye with a tool
Walk down face, shot nigga, then boom
Walk down face, shot nigga, kablam
Nigga, I did this shit for the fam
Nigga, I ain't have a pot to piss on or a pan
I did this shit with a plan
I did this shit with my motherf*cking gang
Niggas, they pussy, I know that they lame
Niggas, they doing their thing for the fame
Nigga, on Cball, I keep me a K
She wanna f*ck, she don't know my name
Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain
Road to riches, I stay in my lane
Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins
If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her
Say that she love me, but I don't believe her
Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer
She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa
I feel like I'mma shoot her
I feel like I'mma run up the money
And I never pollute it
And I never gon' switch up on Gang them
You should know how we do it
You should know that I walk down face shot
Slide with a fye I'mma do it
Got expensive habits in my closet
Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing
Bad man thinking that you got money
You know you ain't getting no guap
Boy, you's a sad man
Used to jig and finesse
Used to rob everything that I got
That's all that I had, man
Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap
All I do is stack, yeah
Let's go
I feel like I'm a shooter or something
I walk down that face, how'd I slide with a push of a button
Niggas out here ain't on nothing
Go
Writer: roderick miller jr
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