Don't run up on me pussy ass nigga less you wanna die
I'm full of dat fye smoking that killa ant feeling my natural high
Sometimes I get high like a drone up in my zone bout to take off to the sky
Nigga you know we busting that chrome
Get one to ya dome say goodbye
Shout out them demons flip them corners and plotting and scheming
Keep a ski mask so niggas can't see me
Rob em in daylight we make it look easy
Straight out the pot like shit fettuccine
Chasing green dollars I call it zucchini
F*ck that hoe once she get passed like a genie
Ready for war I feel like Mussolini
I'm on my hustle tyrnna make my ends meet
We be blowing og kush hot boxing out that bentley
Hoe was talking all that shit till she got shot up last week
Finna end you like some road kill
Bitch you dead meat
Told that hoe you know what's up with me
Yeah bitch don't f*ck with me
Pressing shit don't try yo luck with me
This shit get ugly
Yea I'm posted where the money be
I'm where the money speak
Grab my glock and then I run the streets
Aye it's a robbery
Mac
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Don't run up on me pussy ass nigga less you wanna die
I'm full of dat fye smoking that killa ant feeling my natural high
Sometimes I get high like a drone up in my zone bout to take off to the sky
Nigga you know we busting that chrome
Get one to ya dome say goodbye
Shout out them demons flip them corners and plotting and scheming
Keep a ski mask so niggas can't see me
Rob em in daylight we make it look easy
Straight out the pot like shit fettuccine
Chasing green dollars I call it zucchini
F*ck that hoe once she get passed like a genie
Ready for war I feel like Mussolini
I'm on my hustle tyrnna make my ends meet
We be blowing og kush hot boxing out that bentley
Hoe was talking all that shit till she got shot up last week
Finna end you like some road kill
Bitch you dead meat
Told that hoe you know what's up with me
Yeah bitch don't f*ck with me
Pressing shit don't try yo luck with me
This shit get ugly
Yea I'm posted where the money be
I'm where the money speak
Grab my glock and then I run the streets
Aye it's a robbery
Mac
I'm full of dat fye smoking that killa ant feeling my natural high
Sometimes I get high like a drone up in my zone bout to take off to the sky
Nigga you know we busting that chrome
Get one to ya dome say goodbye
Shout out them demons flip them corners and plotting and scheming
Keep a ski mask so niggas can't see me
Rob em in daylight we make it look easy
Straight out the pot like shit fettuccine
Chasing green dollars I call it zucchini
F*ck that hoe once she get passed like a genie
Ready for war I feel like Mussolini
I'm on my hustle tyrnna make my ends meet
We be blowing og kush hot boxing out that bentley
Hoe was talking all that shit till she got shot up last week
Finna end you like some road kill
Bitch you dead meat
Told that hoe you know what's up with me
Yeah bitch don't f*ck with me
Pressing shit don't try yo luck with me
This shit get ugly
Yea I'm posted where the money be
I'm where the money speak
Grab my glock and then I run the streets
Aye it's a robbery
Mac
Writer: Michael Jordan, Rashida El-Amin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid