#Freemeezy

I want the stars at the top of the coupe
Can't fuck wit these niggas they work for the news
Get to the cash I'm in love wit the loot
If shawty not fuckin she gettin the boot

Fuck all that sucka shit I'm on some other shit
If you ain't gang then you not relevant
That boy a stain If he start that tellin shit

(Better not start that telling shit)

I been awake in the trap for like 2 days
These niggas think they the plug off afew plays
I get the pack in the mail flip that shit the same day
Show you boys how to finesse a play

I get the money and flip it
These niggas act like some bitches
Yeah yeah
Needed you when I had nothing
Now watch me count up these digits

I should've figured that you'd come around
When I came up, you must think ima clown
Don't step to close cause I think you might drown
I'm king of this shit so just hand me a crown

Iont like talking
Bitch I'm bout the action
Fuck the twitter talkin and let's get this shit crackin
Say he wanna kill me but it never happened
I can make one call and make him disappear like magic

I can get him popped like a perc
Or put a pussy nigga on a shirt
Niggas know I'm banging from the dirt
Run up on me imma put this bitch to work

They know I keep me a brown and a blue rag
Aim for his head we gon knocc off his durag
Run up on me? Iont think you should do that
They just want the clout they don't think imma shoot back

Told you fuck niggas I'm next up
And I told you one time that nobody gon check us
Don't hit my line if it ain't bout a check Cuz
I won't respond I don't like to text message
Cause that shit is hot it leave a trail
Free my Cuhz they got him locced in a cell
Respect the gang or we gon send you to hell
I hang wit demons if you scared they can tell

I want the stars at the top of the coupe
Can't fuck wit these niggas they work for the news
Get to the cash I'm in love wit the loot
If shawty not fuckin she gettin the boot

Fuck all that sucka shit I'm on some other shit
If you ain't gang then you not relevant
That boy a stain If he start that tellin shit

(Better not start that telling shit)

They talk bout designer I already got it
Why these niggas keep on watching my poccets
Why these niggas always act like they solid
But when it come down they be spilling the knowledge

Now the feds up at my door asking questions I don't know
They must really think I'm slow I can't go out like a hoe
Why these bitches think I need them
Told these niggas it's my season
They be hating for no reason
You niggas starving and I'm eating

I gotta get to the money quicc
I can't be stressin about a bitch
I'm True to the gang I could never switch
If they dissin my name put em on the list



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Writer(s): Antonio Smith
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