My top down in the winter
Just got money I dont know how to act
Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back
Since a little kid knew the Distro
When I came of age hit the party w the pack
Can't get it now don't give up
Keep working at it you gon get it that's a fact
Okay
Bad habits try to cut em off w some scissors
Cin't no new friends but plenty hoes in the picture
Better watch out for the reaper
If you lackin he gon get ya
Being poor a mental state I can't afford so get me richer
Yeah
Who got the bank and tell me what's in it
Said her shit fat and she got offended
Late night heard the sirens Loud ain't no crickets
They shootin
Shootin like rabbit season no ribbons
Hoes bouncing beef to beef this shit different
Road runner beat the beat mailbox fishin
Said that she a sneaky link I uncovered
Pussy so wet my condom ain't rubber
Hit her shit once then twice So I dub her
But if she a down bitch I just might love her
Love come in all shapes and all colors
So it ain't the same
Say my words is magic talkin like I'm David Blane
Every time we speak I lie and I just get away
Usher to her she my boo on socials don't show my face
She not used to f*cking with a real one she used to lames
She way too anxious I ain't shit
Instagram lit so she swear that she famous
She's used to that brainless had to cut her off real nicely left the hoe painless
Matter fact can't even f*ck with her she basic basic
Type that's gon trap if you f*ck with her that pussy dangerous
Don Feddachini when I roll up I face it
Cin't shit sweet but the bankroll I'm caking
No oops close cause my brothers be adjacent
Leather pants feeling like Tron speed Racing
They want my spot but I ain't complacent
Shit nigga I ain't even got a spot
F*ck a white bitch even though her pops racist
Young nigga with a lot of issues so I gotta stop
Sike my life good foreign fabric all on my hood
Change the world if only I could
Glock .40 close it ain't safe in my hood
Pray for myself and my enemies
F*ck am I stressing if it ain't bout breesh
Imma sell tics like I'm in the bean
Woke up this morning shorty locked me clean
My top down in the winter
Just got money I dont know how to act
Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back
Since a lil kid knew the Distro when I came of age hit the party w the pack
Can't get it now don't give up keep working at it you gon get it that's a fact
Okay
Bad habits try to cut em off w some scissors
Cin't no new friends but plenty hoes in the picture
Watch out out for the reaper, if you lackin he gon get ya
Being poor a mental state I can't afford so get me richer