Internet (feat. Yaji Bandz)

Alot of squawking
From these niggas
That ain't been through shit
And you can tell
Just how they talking
That they not legit
I keep it on me
But i swear to god
You'll find no pics
Internet gangstas
In reality
They all some Gitts

Alot of squawking
From these niggas
That ain't been through shit
And you can tell
Just how they talking
That they not legit
I keep it on me
But i swear to god
You'll find no pics
Internet gangstas
In reality
They all some Gitts

2 Karat diamonds
But i'm really on my subtle shit
Just got my papers
Got a citizen up on my wrist
Don't gotta fabricate
I'm really from the bottom bitch
20 For 40
Back when we was out here buying WIC
Carry a spinner
Ion really got no room for clips
Don't leave my shells
My pistol shy
Its introverted bitch
It happened fast
You heard a splat
Your bodies in a ditch
Never look back
I'm counting racks
Until i'm fucking rich
She grab the strap
She pull it back
I leave it on her lip
Can feel the cap
I sense the trap
You know i gotta dip
Quick to depart
My push to start
Cocaine my fucking whip

Quick to depart
My push to start
Cocaine my fucking RRRMM

Alot of squawking
From these niggas
That ain't been through shit
And you can tell
Just how they talking
That they not legit
I keep it on me
But i swear to god
You'll find no pics
Internet gangstas
In reality
They all some Gitts

Alot of squawking
From these niggas
That ain't been through shit
And you can tell
Just how they talking
That they not legit
I keep it on me
But i swear to god
You'll find no pics
Internet gangstas
In reality
They all some Gitts

Money man bitch it's Bandz
But you knew that tho
Space coupe
I might pull off in a UFO
Hear em talkin
Say my name
They won't do it tho
One on one
Get em done
Its your funeral
Slidin in the whip
Got the fye on my hip
10 Plays in a day
Got my eyes on grip
Smokin fye in the VIP
Roll it up and light it
Hear em hatin from the side
Cause the fuck boys wasn't invited
So i
Hold up
Why these niggas show up
Fake as fuck .com thuggin
Til these niggas blow up
I just got my dough up
I ain't never goin broke again
Funny baby told make it rain
But I'm soakin in

I tried to tell these niggas
We are not the same
Plottin on the world
Gettin pinky and the brain
Money long nigga
Spent a slinky
On the chain
Bust down
Up now
Put me in the game

BANDZ

Alot of squawking
From these niggas
That ain't been through shit
And you can tell
Just how they talking
That they not legit
I keep it on me
But i swear to god
You'll find no pics
Internet gangstas
In reality
They all some Gitts

Alot of squawking
From these niggas
That ain't been through shit
And you can tell
Just how they talking
That they not legit
I keep it on me
But i swear to god
You'll find no pics
Internet gangstas
In reality
They all some Gitts



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Morgan Terrero
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