Disaster ! (feat. $Epe)

Pop a perc got me high like nasa
Run up on me shit goin be a disaster
23 shots nigga you a bastard, put your face in the dirt have your face plastered
I'll leave a nigga dead up in his coffin, beefin up wit me, i'm up in your office
Bullets hit your stomach leave a nigga coughing
I'm about making that money y'all be talking
Niggas creepin on the low you know i never lack
Running to the money and i got my fucking strap
Getting to this bag, asking "can you cash app that?"
Bad bitch cute face and her ass fat
And i'm wit your main bitch wit the gang bitch
You ain't talking money you can't speak my language
Shoutout Juice WRLD, trynna be that famous
My lil gun a thotty and it's only speaking spanglish

Spin the block and he better fucking catch up
Smoking in the whip with your bitch and she gassed up
Play her all my songs, turn her to a dancer, lil shawty got my name on a banner
2K on my neck, it will change the weather, too much bread i can't believe i ran up
Go to her crib, and i'm gone like danny phantom
More money more problems guess that's the answer
You was broke, you ain't ever have your bands up
Now i'm with my gang, and we always getting better
Now we getting better, diamonds getting wetter
Cause i'm paper chasing it's like i'm always racing
You can see the foreign marks on the pavement
You was on some lame shit, payday is my name bitch
Payday is my name bitch, i'm about to lane switch
My girl don't speak no english she just for the team bitch, GANG

"Nigga Monkey Ball Nuts"



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Writer(s): Frankie Grillo
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