WATER$ Archive - 888 Lyrics

Yeah, Yah, Oh no No, No, No No Nah Nah Nah Nah, No
You steady talking on the gang Like 45 shots, we gon let it rain Motherf*ckas gon split yo brain Diamonds Cuban link on my chain
That bitch wanna play with me just like a game
Hundred round shots, Hundred round shots let it rain
I'm tryna get money, I'm trying to get money not the fame Not about clout, not about clout nor the fame
Stay in yo motherf*ckin lane you ain't got no bread
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He talk to much he f*ck with the feds
He is a pussy he sneak diss on the net
We could slide on yo block any minute, you know we could place bet Stay in yo motherf*ckin lane you ain't got no bread
I'm talking blaccstar 888 wok of the the motherf*ckin dead
He talk to much he f*ck with the feds
He is a pussy he sneak diss on the net
We could slide on yo block any minute, you know we could place bet
We shooting shots suppressed it don't make a sound (shhh) If we catch up to yo ass, you ain't safe nobody is around Extra clips to make yo ass drown
You sneak diss, 6 feet under the ground
I'm f*ckin yo bitch I take her to town That nigga is lost he can't be found
I feel like Yeat I'm finna get busy
To many shots we spray with a semi
He taking the meds, he sippin on remy
You not no god, bitch you a demi
Bad lil bitch, IG model she dripped out in Fendi
Turn her around, bend her down just like a straw she bendy
Stay in yo motherf*ckin lane you ain't got no bread
I'm talking blaccstar 888 wok of the the motherf*ckin dead He talk to much he f*ck with the feds

He is a pussy he sneak diss on the net
We could slide on yo block any minute, you know we could place bet Stay in yo motherf*ckin lane you ain't got no bread
I'm talking blaccstar 888 wok of the the motherf*ckin dead
He talk to much he f*ck with the feds
He is a pussy he sneak diss on the net
We could slide on yo block any minute, you know we could place bet
Place a bet, get hit right up in yo motherf*ckin neck
Put pussy boy right up on his neck
Love though, Love though f*ckin up her frontal
That lil bitch in love though and she wanna f*ck on me bro Told that nigga money run a f*ckin skinny pole
Soon as he fall off his feet just kill him Y'all already knew that though
Stay in yo motherf*ckin lane you ain't got no bread
I'm talking blaccstar 888 wok of the the motherf*ckin dead
He talk to much he f*ck with the feds
He is a pussy he sneak diss on the net
We could slide on yo block any minute, you know we could place bet Stay in yo motherf*ckin lane you ain't got no bread
I'm talking blaccstar 888 wok of the the motherf*ckin dead
He talk to much he f*ck with the feds
He is a pussy he sneak diss on the net
We could slide on yo block any minute, you know we could place bet
Yeah bitch we can go ahh place a bet We can go place a bet
F*ck around put a band on yo head You know that pussy nigga gon be dead Ohhh,
No, No, No, No
What she say Waters made that shit, Waters made that shit
Huh, waters made that shit