DRUGS & FRAUD
Uhh
Fuck nigga know how I'm coming
Joony came up and he turned to star
I pop me a perc
Can't fuck with the bars
My niggas do drugs
My niggas do fraud
King in my city they know I'm the hardest
Boy how're you having, your niggas still starving
I gotta keep my circle small like a target
All of that bread turn yo head into a target
All of this drip on my body I bought it
I'm posting my shit no caption
My bitches be purping they want a reaction
Girl ain't shit gon happen
I gotta keep me a balance
Need a bigger bank account balance
Niggas wan try me they thinking I'm having
We gon hop out with that fat shit
I'm a young fly nigga with talent
I ain't talm bout that show with nick cannon
Niggas thinking shit sweet how I look
but we still turn a opp into a ghost like he's Danny
Boy don't try me my timing uncanny
I Just stayed down and I put bands up
Now I spend bread and look fancy
Damn
No I'm not laughing
I don't wanna joke
I see you I'm crashing
I'm cutting ya troat
Whip with the passion
It give me a jolt
San tan like a synth
And I'm cranking the dope
Slide in your visual
Empty the whistle
Rise with that dish you
I'm coming to get you
Not chasing a bitch
Man I'm chasing the issue
I get the issue
Then I'm finna lift you
Part of the game
Nigga following rules
People den came
You know what to do
Swingin the flame
And he singing the Blues
Came in the house
Just to check on the news
Keep calling my savage
He ready to go
Send him a move
And it's outta control
Ridin wit Pints
On that side of the door
Bae got a eye
for the highway patrol
Uhh
Fuck nigga know how I'm comin'
Joony came up and he turned to star
I pop me a perc
Can't fuck with the bars
My niggas do drugs
My niggas do fraud
King in my city they know I'm the hardest
Boy how're you having, your niggas still starving
I gotta keep my circle small like a target
All of that bread turn yo head into a target
All of this drip on my body I bought it
I'm posting my shit no caption
My bitches be purping they want a reaction
Girl ain't shit gon happen
I gotta keep me a balance
Need a bigger bank account balance
Niggas wan try me they thinking I'm having
We gon hop out with that fat shit
I'm a young fly nigga with talent
I ain't talm bout that show with nick cannon
Niggas thinking shit sweet how I look
but we still turn a opp into a ghost like he's Danny
Boy don't try me my timing uncanny.
I Just stayed down and I put bands up
Now I spend bread and look fancy
Damn
Fuck nigga know how I'm coming
Joony came up and he turned to star
I pop me a perc
Can't fuck with the bars
My niggas do drugs
My niggas do fraud
King in my city they know I'm the hardest
Boy how're you having, your niggas still starving
I gotta keep my circle small like a target
All of that bread turn yo head into a target
All of this drip on my body I bought it
I'm posting my shit no caption
My bitches be purping they want a reaction
Girl ain't shit gon happen
I gotta keep me a balance
Need a bigger bank account balance
Niggas wan try me they thinking I'm having
We gon hop out with that fat shit
I'm a young fly nigga with talent
I ain't talm bout that show with nick cannon
Niggas thinking shit sweet how I look
but we still turn a opp into a ghost like he's Danny
Boy don't try me my timing uncanny
I Just stayed down and I put bands up
Now I spend bread and look fancy
Damn
No I'm not laughing
I don't wanna joke
I see you I'm crashing
I'm cutting ya troat
Whip with the passion
It give me a jolt
San tan like a synth
And I'm cranking the dope
Slide in your visual
Empty the whistle
Rise with that dish you
I'm coming to get you
Not chasing a bitch
Man I'm chasing the issue
I get the issue
Then I'm finna lift you
Part of the game
Nigga following rules
People den came
You know what to do
Swingin the flame
And he singing the Blues
Came in the house
Just to check on the news
Keep calling my savage
He ready to go
Send him a move
And it's outta control
Ridin wit Pints
On that side of the door
Bae got a eye
for the highway patrol
Uhh
Fuck nigga know how I'm comin'
Joony came up and he turned to star
I pop me a perc
Can't fuck with the bars
My niggas do drugs
My niggas do fraud
King in my city they know I'm the hardest
Boy how're you having, your niggas still starving
I gotta keep my circle small like a target
All of that bread turn yo head into a target
All of this drip on my body I bought it
I'm posting my shit no caption
My bitches be purping they want a reaction
Girl ain't shit gon happen
I gotta keep me a balance
Need a bigger bank account balance
Niggas wan try me they thinking I'm having
We gon hop out with that fat shit
I'm a young fly nigga with talent
I ain't talm bout that show with nick cannon
Niggas thinking shit sweet how I look
but we still turn a opp into a ghost like he's Danny
Boy don't try me my timing uncanny.
I Just stayed down and I put bands up
Now I spend bread and look fancy
Damn
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Writer(s): Khalil Wright, Lincoln Whitby, Jonathan Adugna Negero
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