Big Money Records

I den lost so many niggas to this shit I feel like doing hits
No matter I'm at or where I go I gotta keep a blick
These hoes get you whacked hell nah I can't trust a bitch
Finger fuck the trigger on my nina that's my main bitch
She just wanna clout up off my name that's that lame shit
Hellcat pedal to floor trying to lane switch
Brodie told me run it up and focus on this bread
This bitch can't get in the whip if she ain't giving no head
Got this drako in my pants and its hugging on my leg
Lord forgive me for my sins boy they try me niggas dead
This chopper call it covid 19 the way it spread
That shit ah get you put up on a shirt dissing the dead
Boy that shit run in my blood long live my cousin tez
Baby got back when she throw it in the bed
Keep that pistol on my waist cause I gotta play it safe
If a nigga wanna feature on a song they gotta pay
Pour two fours of the wock in my cup that's a eight
I be early for the money cause I'm never running late
You know my mind be on the money cause these bitches I don't chase
Boy don't disrespect the squad we'll put you in your place
Know some niggas trying to rob they'll run up in your place
Cause a big nigga doing big thangs pouring champagne
If you wanna vote for the gang join the campaign
Yea join the campaign

Grab ya Glock when you see the squad
J b m g yeah that's the mob
Grab ya Glock when you see the squad
J b m g yeah that's the mob
Grab your Glock when you see the squad
J b m g yeah that's the mob
Grab your Glock when you see the squad
J b m g yeah that's the mob



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Writer(s): Jerome Mayfield
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