[Intro]
(34, 4–)
[Verse 1: Nettspend]
Bitch I walk in, it’s just you me
All them hoes geeked as fuck, I can’t hide this
When I’m outside, got the beamer, uh
Yeah, we walked in, up the ARP
Bitch, I'm going crazy like there’s two of me
Can not go the way I go, cause I’m leaning off the lean (34, 4, 4, 4)
Call my brudda, yeah, he jumpin out his jeans
And I’m riding with the Glock cause they wanna kill me
Going out your way, then you green
Tryna help me
We riding with FN
Making money, fucking on your fucking bm
Brody pull up to your show if you thought it was chill
(I got so much money)
(I get bands)
(Bitch—)
[Verse 2: killjae]
Keep a dirty stick
Yeah— yeah, you keep a dirty bitch
Brody— brody keep a 30 clip
Cuz he— cuz he like to murdеr shit
Those niggas in the murder, that’s causе they got 30 blicks
All these niggas broke as fuck, boy while i’m tryna get dirty rich
I’m tryna get bag, after bag, after bag (After bag)
Pull up— pull up on the plane with a mop, ain’t going back (34, 4, 4, 4)
Smoke gas in that pack, then I’m going for a rack
Get 'em gone for a stack
Call my brudda he goin'— yuh
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