Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the AmirisSome would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earringsAt it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteenPTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreamsTwo things I ain't running out, this money and this leanTwo things I care about, my family and my teamWe was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you screamBalling like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ringPenthouse in MiamiPretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick CannonTell that bitch to have a seatI know that she can't stand itTell them boys it's fuck 'em all, ain't got no understandingLegend in my neighborhood for real, free ShannonKeeping my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panicThеy say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed toYou supposеd to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at youG-Wagen matte-blueShe get my rocks off, I buy her GoyardFuck all the time and still act like I don't know herI heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hardWhy y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho jobAin't worried 'bout nothingEverybody they own boss, we all getting this moneyCall it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the ownersI could've exposed you, brodiebut I ain't gon' talk about itI was in the trap too, I fucked up my sack tooMost of that shit cap, can't go for thatyou say it's facts, prove itPlug had us on a stash dub but now we back movingThey thought they was winning'til I entered now they back losingBrodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattoedI don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad moveI ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad moodOnly thing I gotta abide by is the cash rulesIf you think I ain't running this money up, you a damn foolTryna count my pockets, my net worth ain't on no damn GoogleFifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lying, shoot meFive hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupidI been fucking her and her best friendI put 'em in a group textThey done made you madget in your bag, that's how you posed to do thatEverybody got a hundred guns, they know what no to shoot atI'ma get this guap until I'm done, broI can promise you thatI was on the block when shit was lit for realwhere the fuck was you at?Never drop no song then hit a bitch for real, browe don't do thatWe the ones that's really out here pushing, broI thought you knew thatCome through in that what's-her-nameeverybody look like, "Who that? "She get my rocks off, I buy her GoyardFuck all the time and still act like I don't know herI heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hardWhy y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho jobAin't worried 'bout nothingEverybody they own boss, we all getting this moneyCall it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the ownersI could've exposed you, brodiebut I ain't gon' talk about it
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Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the Amiris
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things I ain't running out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Balling like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring
Penthouse in Miami
Pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat
I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's fuck 'em all, ain't got no understanding
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon
Keeping my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panic
Thеy say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposеd to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-Wagen matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie
but I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too, I fucked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go for that
you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on a stash dub but now we back moving
They thought they was winning
'til I entered now they back losing
Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't running this money up, you a damn fool
Tryna count my pockets, my net worth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lying, shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid
I been fucking her and her best friend
I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad
get in your bag, that's how you posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what no to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro
I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real
where the fuck was you at?
Never drop no song then hit a bitch for real, bro
we don't do that
We the ones that's really out here pushing, bro
I thought you knew that
Come through in that what's-her-name
everybody look like, "Who that? "
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie
but I ain't gon' talk about it
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