These niggas know what the f*ck going on, man We surprising all these niggas, man
2025, that shit belong to us, man That shit on God, On my mama, uh
I'm in the A in the Skyrise with the bros Know we been f*ckin' with dollar
Wanna show out, catch a shot like a bottle Niggas so broke that why they act hostile
Ran up my racks, I'm stuck in my bag No time for a ho, but I want me a bitch
Now ain't f*ck the gang, we can pay for the pussy
If she ain't for the bros, then that ho gettin' kicked out
Double R repping, can't fit in this section Little nigga, I'm president', it ain't no elation
Niggas, they clickin' up, knowin' they broke Them niggas out bad, man, them niggas infected
Baby, I want it, so baby, come bless me Keep me a gen like I'm 007
Ain't doin' no poppin', a nigga gon' drop They know I'm the ticket, my brother gon' stretch him
Huh, take his ass down for the load Soon as we get it, you know it got gone
Pack up the za, spray this shit up with terp Put this shit on the gram, hour later its gone
This is V8, hit the gas and I'm gone Spark me a wood, and get geeked to my song
I'm with the Lil Q, kickin' shit in the A Fat ass, wood to the face and I'm smokin' on thumbs
Getting cold, bubble coat, f*ckin' sweater This is Gen 5, nah, this ain't Beretta
Whole lotta shots in this ride, get beside this V Hit the switch and I'm changin' the weather
I got a whole lotta cheese in my pocket These niggas ain't havin' no cheddar
I f*ck the hoe Cuban swing in the face And my diamonds be poppin' shit, changing' the weather
F*ck up the club, we be changin' the weather Bitch-ass nigga, my gang go wherever
Niggas hit my phone tammat check in What the f*ck, bitch-ass nigga, I ain't doin' that never
Tay Mann my, brother, I'm spinning, whoever Spoke to my mama, she told me don't let her up
Brudda got glitch on the back if a nigga, play crazy I swear to God, stick make him back up
Niggas ain't like that at all, he been poppin' them pills And that's why these young niggas act tough
Nigga, just get to the money, from Monday to Sunday You spinning, but ain't got your bands up
Twin siked out, So bra, keep yo hands up F*ck wit them R's, my niggas some stand-ups
Pop on a NET, and I see yeen bout it lil' nigga That type shit gon' get you jammed up
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These niggas know what the f*ck going on, man We surprising all these niggas, man
2025, that shit belong to us, man That shit on God, On my mama, uh
I'm in the A in the Skyrise with the bros Know we been f*ckin' with dollar
Wanna show out, catch a shot like a bottle Niggas so broke that why they act hostile
Ran up my racks, I'm stuck in my bag No time for a ho, but I want me a bitch
Now ain't f*ck the gang, we can pay for the pussy
If she ain't for the bros, then that ho gettin' kicked out
Double R repping, can't fit in this section Little nigga, I'm president', it ain't no elation
Niggas, they clickin' up, knowin' they broke Them niggas out bad, man, them niggas infected
Baby, I want it, so baby, come bless me Keep me a gen like I'm 007
Ain't doin' no poppin', a nigga gon' drop They know I'm the ticket, my brother gon' stretch him
Huh, take his ass down for the load Soon as we get it, you know it got gone
Pack up the za, spray this shit up with terp Put this shit on the gram, hour later its gone
This is V8, hit the gas and I'm gone Spark me a wood, and get geeked to my song
I'm with the Lil Q, kickin' shit in the A Fat ass, wood to the face and I'm smokin' on thumbs
Getting cold, bubble coat, f*ckin' sweater This is Gen 5, nah, this ain't Beretta
Whole lotta shots in this ride, get beside this V Hit the switch and I'm changin' the weather
I got a whole lotta cheese in my pocket These niggas ain't havin' no cheddar
I f*ck the hoe Cuban swing in the face And my diamonds be poppin' shit, changing' the weather
F*ck up the club, we be changin' the weather Bitch-ass nigga, my gang go wherever
Niggas hit my phone tammat check in What the f*ck, bitch-ass nigga, I ain't doin' that never
Tay Mann my, brother, I'm spinning, whoever Spoke to my mama, she told me don't let her up
Brudda got glitch on the back if a nigga, play crazy I swear to God, stick make him back up
Niggas ain't like that at all, he been poppin' them pills And that's why these young niggas act tough
Nigga, just get to the money, from Monday to Sunday You spinning, but ain't got your bands up
Twin siked out, So bra, keep yo hands up F*ck wit them R's, my niggas some stand-ups
Pop on a NET, and I see yeen bout it lil' nigga That type shit gon' get you jammed up
2025, that shit belong to us, man That shit on God, On my mama, uh
I'm in the A in the Skyrise with the bros Know we been f*ckin' with dollar
Wanna show out, catch a shot like a bottle Niggas so broke that why they act hostile
Ran up my racks, I'm stuck in my bag No time for a ho, but I want me a bitch
Now ain't f*ck the gang, we can pay for the pussy
If she ain't for the bros, then that ho gettin' kicked out
Double R repping, can't fit in this section Little nigga, I'm president', it ain't no elation
Niggas, they clickin' up, knowin' they broke Them niggas out bad, man, them niggas infected
Baby, I want it, so baby, come bless me Keep me a gen like I'm 007
Ain't doin' no poppin', a nigga gon' drop They know I'm the ticket, my brother gon' stretch him
Huh, take his ass down for the load Soon as we get it, you know it got gone
Pack up the za, spray this shit up with terp Put this shit on the gram, hour later its gone
This is V8, hit the gas and I'm gone Spark me a wood, and get geeked to my song
I'm with the Lil Q, kickin' shit in the A Fat ass, wood to the face and I'm smokin' on thumbs
Getting cold, bubble coat, f*ckin' sweater This is Gen 5, nah, this ain't Beretta
Whole lotta shots in this ride, get beside this V Hit the switch and I'm changin' the weather
I got a whole lotta cheese in my pocket These niggas ain't havin' no cheddar
I f*ck the hoe Cuban swing in the face And my diamonds be poppin' shit, changing' the weather
F*ck up the club, we be changin' the weather Bitch-ass nigga, my gang go wherever
Niggas hit my phone tammat check in What the f*ck, bitch-ass nigga, I ain't doin' that never
Tay Mann my, brother, I'm spinning, whoever Spoke to my mama, she told me don't let her up
Brudda got glitch on the back if a nigga, play crazy I swear to God, stick make him back up
Niggas ain't like that at all, he been poppin' them pills And that's why these young niggas act tough
Nigga, just get to the money, from Monday to Sunday You spinning, but ain't got your bands up
Twin siked out, So bra, keep yo hands up F*ck wit them R's, my niggas some stand-ups
Pop on a NET, and I see yeen bout it lil' nigga That type shit gon' get you jammed up
Writer: Quadrellis Bell
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