lvl UP
Got bitches in they thongs, Sisqo
Pop out the pot like Crisco
Used to stand on the block wit the flip phone
Gas bags n I'm still smokin petrol
Ice shine like the lights at the disco
Get the cash then I'm off wit the next hoe
I had my plan set off from the get go
Havin the money, the hoes
And the dope
Used to trap like a sport
Before they got off of the porch
I was the one wit the torch
They ain't see it before
Couldn't settle, I wanted it more
Saw the signs that I couldn't ignore
Got money swinging the door
No fronts, cop that bitch off the floor
Say when it rain, bitch it pour
Broke as fuck, I ain't get the support
Now they dick ridin me, all for sympathy
They do anything, to deplete my energy
Some the worse snakes, b the ones that's friendly
And the most deadly
Had to watch each step, like a centipede
Only death promised, so my eyes on everything
Bitch it's marijuana, think I'm smokin kerosene
Thought you back up, but now you back to beggin me
Lotta dark tales, I'ma keep in secrecy
Lotta fake friends, gotta cut immediately
The stress was eatin me
Don't know half of it, but they want a piece of it
Tried to cross me out, like a crucifix
Shit be ludicrous
I need two a zip
Smokin stoopid shit
They off that goofy shit
Talk like they bout it, barely movin shit
I just got out it, don't make me get back into it
Cash bundles
Got bags, bundled
Blessings they rain in abundance
Try to play bullets rain at ya function
Cash bundles
Got bags, bundled
Blessings they rain in abundance
Try to play bullets rain at ya function
Pop out the pot like Crisco
Used to stand on the block wit the flip phone
Gas bags n I'm still smokin petrol
Ice shine like the lights at the disco
Get the cash then I'm off wit the next hoe
I had my plan set off from the get go
Havin the money, the hoes
And the dope
Used to trap like a sport
Before they got off of the porch
I was the one wit the torch
They ain't see it before
Couldn't settle, I wanted it more
Saw the signs that I couldn't ignore
Got money swinging the door
No fronts, cop that bitch off the floor
Say when it rain, bitch it pour
Broke as fuck, I ain't get the support
Now they dick ridin me, all for sympathy
They do anything, to deplete my energy
Some the worse snakes, b the ones that's friendly
And the most deadly
Had to watch each step, like a centipede
Only death promised, so my eyes on everything
Bitch it's marijuana, think I'm smokin kerosene
Thought you back up, but now you back to beggin me
Lotta dark tales, I'ma keep in secrecy
Lotta fake friends, gotta cut immediately
The stress was eatin me
Don't know half of it, but they want a piece of it
Tried to cross me out, like a crucifix
Shit be ludicrous
I need two a zip
Smokin stoopid shit
They off that goofy shit
Talk like they bout it, barely movin shit
I just got out it, don't make me get back into it
Cash bundles
Got bags, bundled
Blessings they rain in abundance
Try to play bullets rain at ya function
Cash bundles
Got bags, bundled
Blessings they rain in abundance
Try to play bullets rain at ya function
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Writer(s): Demetrius Ngosso
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