Him
She send the sad emoji whenever I leave
She know that I'm toxic she cant get enough
Been counting money I'm getting this 'shmoney'
I need an assistant to come pick it up
Thumbing through racks, it's hurting my thumb
Got the trap boomin' it's beating like drums
"Red Bank Legend" come bring me my funds
Straight out the womb they knew I was the one
They knew I was that nigga
They just ain't know the lil nigga was gone elevate off rap nigga
Throwing up fours, you know how it go
I'm still that trap nigga
How you my brother, you switch, you changed, you turned to a rat nigga
But I'm still going stupid, no dumb, I'm still having racks nigga
Gang
Young nigga the hardest in the cola
We come to your city, we turning it up
We get love from the fans and promoters
Cant Stop
Still will pull your main, in a Hanes tank top
And I'll still hit yo momma in some Nike flipflops
I'm your step daddy, got your lil sister dancing to my tiktoks
She like my diamonds dancing, make lil baby kiss my wrist watch
She can't talk no more, I got your mother in here jaw locked
If her nigga try, her nigga die, have the hoe on fox
We got racks, stacks
Shipping all these packs
Up it, we gone buss it, get that lil nigga, smacked
Red Bank, SC throw up for them cats
Tell them lil niggas, we got money now, and sticks, we don't lack
She send the sad emoji whenever I leave
She know that I'm toxic she cant get enough
Been counting money I'm getting this 'shmoney'
I need an assistant to come pick it up
Thumbing through racks, it's hurting my thumb
Got the trap boomin' it's beating like drums
"Red Bank Legend" come bring me my funds
Straight out the womb they knew I was the one
Since a (CSES)(CSMS) Huskie, I been getting money
It ain't even funny
Since I made time to facetime
The hoe already love me
No time to cake bake, no feelings, she tryna be all lovey dovey
She know the youngin' having cheese
She tryna get on top of something
She know I'm having it
Can't name a nigga inside of my city, you cant say average
But I clean up nice, they know that youngin a classy jit
Got in the game, went dumb, but they see that the youngin' is smashing it
But we up lil nigga, imma make sure my momma having it (Foreal)
She know that I'm toxic she cant get enough
Been counting money I'm getting this 'shmoney'
I need an assistant to come pick it up
Thumbing through racks, it's hurting my thumb
Got the trap boomin' it's beating like drums
"Red Bank Legend" come bring me my funds
Straight out the womb they knew I was the one
They knew I was that nigga
They just ain't know the lil nigga was gone elevate off rap nigga
Throwing up fours, you know how it go
I'm still that trap nigga
How you my brother, you switch, you changed, you turned to a rat nigga
But I'm still going stupid, no dumb, I'm still having racks nigga
Gang
Young nigga the hardest in the cola
We come to your city, we turning it up
We get love from the fans and promoters
Cant Stop
Still will pull your main, in a Hanes tank top
And I'll still hit yo momma in some Nike flipflops
I'm your step daddy, got your lil sister dancing to my tiktoks
She like my diamonds dancing, make lil baby kiss my wrist watch
She can't talk no more, I got your mother in here jaw locked
If her nigga try, her nigga die, have the hoe on fox
We got racks, stacks
Shipping all these packs
Up it, we gone buss it, get that lil nigga, smacked
Red Bank, SC throw up for them cats
Tell them lil niggas, we got money now, and sticks, we don't lack
She send the sad emoji whenever I leave
She know that I'm toxic she cant get enough
Been counting money I'm getting this 'shmoney'
I need an assistant to come pick it up
Thumbing through racks, it's hurting my thumb
Got the trap boomin' it's beating like drums
"Red Bank Legend" come bring me my funds
Straight out the womb they knew I was the one
Since a (CSES)(CSMS) Huskie, I been getting money
It ain't even funny
Since I made time to facetime
The hoe already love me
No time to cake bake, no feelings, she tryna be all lovey dovey
She know the youngin' having cheese
She tryna get on top of something
She know I'm having it
Can't name a nigga inside of my city, you cant say average
But I clean up nice, they know that youngin a classy jit
Got in the game, went dumb, but they see that the youngin' is smashing it
But we up lil nigga, imma make sure my momma having it (Foreal)
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Writer(s): Nicholas Williams
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