Rid Of You

I love the money, I think it reciprocal
These niggas broke, they fuck up the visual
No love for the kid, the shit is so typical
Shit is gods plan, I guess it is bibilical
Fuck with the gang, shit can get critical
223 on me, no need to get physical
My money is longer, no need to belittle you
Talk on my name, my hitters get rid of you

Yeah My hitters get rid of you
Yeah my hitters get rid of you
Leave you on the pavement ridiculed
Choppa will knock you from 10 to 2
Diamonds on me, they got a different hue
I'm on the top need a different view
We wipe his nose like he said achoo
I got the drip like I got the flu

Niggas say a lot but I ain't got no meaning
Take a nigga bitch leave that bitch NIGGA bleeding
Fucking with my set then it's really like treason
Gas pack on me shit loud bitch it's screaming
I don't pop no xans I will never be feaning
Christian Loubs redder than a hellcat demon
Man,Flex on a nigga feel now I feel like in he-man
His pockets small so we call him weeman
Got ya bitch drinking on motherfuckin semen
Stuck in the game like a nigga in cement
No chains on my neck, nigga I am a freeman
Mess with me prolly end up on a tee man
Man playing with my money, yeah that is a feeman
Feeling like khaled cause I got all the keys man
Fresh like a niggacame out dry cleaning
Rolly on my wrist and this shit really gleaming

Yeah this shits really gleaming
I'm working these niggas is sleeping
Leap of faith, bitch Im not leaping
You know that these niggas is creeping
Icy hot like todoroki
None of these niggas don't know me
I'm in the field hidden like kony
These Nigga be acting give them a tony

I love the money, I think it reciprocal
These niggas broke, they fuckup the visual
No love for the kid, the shit is so typical
Shit is gods plan, I guess it is bibilical
Fuck with the gang, shit can get critical
223 on me, no need to get physical
My money is longer, no need to belittle you
Talk on my name, my hitters get rid of you



Credits
Writer(s): Byheir Wise
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