[Verse 1]
Bitch, I woke up in designer
Bet your bitch be my sponsor
Sip codeine, not no Vodka
Need some syrup like a wafer
IPhone get to booming right
Moving packs every single night
If they can get it, I can get it twice
For the l-ow, shawty, low bricks come over-night
Life
They ain't living like I'm living, They just high off a hype
They ain't feeling like I'm feeling, no
Catching cases, never feelings
Blow your brains out your skull
That's why I call her no ceiling hoe
I been counting money all day
My plug, he fuck with me the long way
Be cool, they ain't trynna play
Bet that AK open up like a hallway
Pull Up
Swerve
Pull Up
Serve
Pull Up
Swerve, Swerve
Pull Up
Serve, Serve
[Verse 2]
Pull up blowing gaudy, let the top back
Pull up at your spot, push your wig back
Not the type to talk, ain't with the chit-chat
Tell me that you got it, you ain't with that
She say I ain't paid but I ain't with the gossip
Rather shoot your block up, bullet shells like pasta
AK-47, clip like macaroni
Never trust a square, them is not your homies
I can't fuck with lames, half you boys jabronis
Grew up by my grandma, eating bread, boloney
Now I'm grubbing noodles off of this dirty money
Took me all this time, You can't take it from me
Wish somebody tried me, leave them wet and bloody
I don't need a mask, want your ass to know me
Look me in my eyes, why I kill them softly
Bring you back to life, I'm the reapers homie
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