Quick

Uhhh

Spend a bag and make it back quick
Yea, I'm talking bout them racks
These niggas average

Counting money is my muh fucking Passion
Back in school, tell a lame match my Fashion

Graduated with my crew, we was Riding
Sliding, diamonds on my neck, I ain't Trying

To prove shit, but I think these lil Niggas clueless
Who this? yea it's KV on his Movement

Quick
Work hard then I take a trip
Shit
Stay far from relation
Ships

And these bitches stay choosing
Stay winning Kuz a nigga can't be Losing

And if you put me on a beat, imma Rip that
Flip that, spend it, make it back, and Then I sit back
Swift shit, and I'm on the clock, I Gotta clock out
On that block with my bro's, with The Glock out

Uhhhhh

Might put me in the cell nigga
Let me go, and you know I ain't tell Nigga

You heard my song, yea I had to pay That bail nigga
Interrogation, in that room high as hell Nigga

Ain't no proof that I shoot, you on' Know me
Ion know you
Who got shot? I said who?
Bodies drop around two

Uhhhh

Yea they drop around two
I grip up where the tools?
Call up bro, send them too

Uhhh

Slide

All my niggas ride, if they shooting,
Yea I'm shooting, not gon let em die
They Brodies, they my whodies, Know em since a child
We was chilling on that field, where Real niggas died

Uhhh