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Key: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Dm
Come on, ayy,
Gm
my lil' bitch out in
Dm
Miam i,
she be fuckin' niggas for money
She try to fly me out for real, I text her
back like I ain't comin'
I'm tryna drop somethin',
be fiendin' for a body, I'm a junk
So many hunnids,
I be wrapped up in paper, I'm a weed
Lil' brother's got a current on the opps,
it's time to go
McGlockaway my last name, my
first one be up the scope
They like, boy, what you doin' in my city,
I'm sellin' dope
Man, hit him with this
Biggie
Smalls, if you ain't know him,
now you know
Now you know, nigga,
been in the club pourin' on drink
Pistol pokin' out my pocket,
man, she keep grabbin' on my dick
I ain't even tell that hoe to stop, man,
all my momma
Pay with me, shots fired, this bitch hiring
If I was
Mitchell, this shot
Rico in this shit, you know what
time it is
Man, niggas never pay with
me, cause I'm a serious nigga
Man,
Instagram the only time we
ever see these niggas
Man, I wish life was just like
Twitter, I'd delete these niggas
Spend your shit and spend your shit again,
just like the
CD nigga
Man, I'm a crash dummy, I use my gun to turn around and
come right back again like I forgot something
There's too much air inside my
head, I'm tryna pop something
And
I'ma keep using my gun
until I die or something
I'm a killer, niggas comedians,
how y 'all boys don't see the difference
You really stepped on y 'all niggas,
y be actin' like y 'all didn't
Now you callin' that
Sawnette and you'll never be in the city
Come get with me if you lookin' for me,
just pull up in a
Benz
I'm in
Miami, she be fuckin' niggas for money
She try to fly me out for real, I text her
back like I ain't comin'
I'm tryna drop somethin',
be fiendin' for a body
I'm a junk, so many hunnids,
I be wrapped up in paper
I'm a mummy,
Lil'
Brody's got a current on the opps,
it's time to go
Big
Glock boy, my last name, my
first one be up to scope
They like, boy, what you doin'
in my city? I'm sellin' dope
If you ain't know him, now you know
Just bought a bitch a
Nike tape with some
Balenciaga runners
Torn access, caught me with a
zip that cost eleven hundred
I got a dirty ass scale,
came from early dumping
Caught the last hop at four a
.m. and got a early bucket
I'm finna rent a penthouse
and buy a
Murley puppy
I been in the burn schoolin' with
Eddie like I'm
Uncle
Ruckus
Make n****s cover up they chain
and wanna leave a function
Promise to fuck up this n***a on you,
I ain't leavin' nothin'
My n***a pulled up with a bank like
he was sellin' somethin'
I just looked this n***a in his face like,
what you wanna tussle?
I ran up 50 off a rapid, did it off the muscle
I ain't have to sign no fuckin'
deal for me to blow a hunnid
This time I sting a great batch,
really my other cousin
I can sell any drug known to man,
Gm
but I ain't frontin' nothin'
Dm
My lil' bitch out in
Miami, she be fuckin'
niggas for money
She try to fly me out for real, I text her
back like I ain't comin'
Tryna drop somethin',
be fiendin' for a body
I'm a junk, so many hunnids,
I be wrapped up in paper
I'm a mummy,
lil' brother's got a current on the opps
It's time to go, and
Glock boy my last name
My first one be up the skull
They like, boy,
what you doin' in my city? I'm tellin' don't
Biggie
Outro 1
Smalls, if you ain't know him, now you know
Dm
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