Every Since
(Pluggs)
Say you gettin' money and guap, ayy, ayy
She tell me that she love me, ayy (She don't love me)
You know all my bitches love me (Don't you know? Huh?)
And all my niggas on that fuck shit
(All of 'em on that fuck shit, ahh)
Fauni got the Glock (Fauni got a Glock, ayy, Glock)
Hey, Carti got the Glock (Carti got a Glock, ayy)
I can't even cool it on my block (Ayy, hey)
Fuck 12 and fuck all of the opps
Help me Lord, I need help, (Pluggs)
I can't even help myself (Can't even help myself)
Ayy, I know she don't want me
that bitch only want my wealth (Only want my wealth)
All this Gucci, all this Louis, all this Dolce on my belt (Designer)
I'm the golden ticket, bitch, I feel like Johnny Depp (Johnny Depp)
Now this bitch on her knees (Knees)
She on molly water, leanin' (Leanin')
She don't speak no English
Only Thai and Portuguese (No English)
In the trap house doin' numbers
Bando feel like Japanese (Feel like Japanese, ayy)
Nigga challenge me, Imma spray just like Febreze
I done spent too much at Gucci (Bands), (Pluggs)
I done spent too much at Fendi (Rackades)
I just thank the Lord that the plug was fuckin' with me
I'm a real Atlanta nigga posted up and eatin' bullets
(I been posted up on Flat)
Real Atlanta plug, let the pints go for the 50 (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ever since you left my side (Bah-bah, 29, bitch)
I keep my 9 on my side
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Splur, Splur)
It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead
(Bah, yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy (What?)
Bitch, I'm pourin' for you (I'm pourin' for you), yeah (Pluggs)
I'm the bakers man (I'm the bakers man), ayy
Bitch, I'm movin' pies (Bitch, I'm movin' pies), ayy
Say he movin' weight (Say he movin' weight), nah
Boy, he tellin' lies (Yeah)
Why should I lie about this money?
(Why should I lie about this money?)
Why should I lie about this money? (Cash, cash, yeah)
I'm well connected if you need a snow deal (If you need a snow deal)
You could be a street nigga
or you can be some roadkill (Or you can be a dead man)
Thouxanband capsules, boy
You know we about them big deals (Nigga brought them big deals)
And I need a million just for a decent meal
My main bitch keep on lurkin'
and my side bitch hardly workin' (She hardly workin')
Like an ulcer, it's gon' surface
I ain't shit but I got a purpose (But I got a purpose)
If trill mean that you too broke
then I been trill
but I never wore no Been Trill (Never wore no Been Trill)
Like blue, like red, like white pills
and I'm sellin' gas call, me Hank Hill (Call me Hank Hill)
That's propane, and a gold chain (Gold chain)
Chrome's on the rim when I road rage (Road rage, road rage)
And I keep about twelve in a birdcage
Fuck the trill wave, I rep the real wave (Real wave)
I know too many want to get paid (Get paid)
If you talk too much, get your trap raid (Trap raid)
All these pussy ass niggas don't say any 'bout my lil' old bitch
But she just don't hate (Shit, just don't hate) (Pluggs)
Ayy, ever since you left my side (Bah-bah, 29, bitch)
I keep my 9 on my side
yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Splur, Splur)
It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead
(Bah, yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy (What?)
Bitch, I'm pourin' for you (I'm pourin' for you), yeah
I'm the bakers man (I'm the bakers man), ayy
Bitch, I'm movin' pies (Bitch, I'm movin' pies), ayy
Say he movin' weight (Say he movin' weight), nah
Boy, he tellin' lies (Yeah)
Why should I lie about this money?
(Why should I lie about this money?)
Yeah, why should I lie about this money? (Cash, cash, yeah)
She say Carti, she love me ("Carti, I love you", money bags)
Designer, I love it (Designer, I love you, money bags)
A.P.C. jeans (A.P.C.), yeah, they stay stuntin' (Designer, designer)
She crushin', uh (Yeah, foreign, but she love me, foreign)
Coolin' with the plugs, I'm in the mink, I got a snug, ayy (Snug)
Ho don't wanna hug (No hug)
I just want some fuckin' guns (Fuckin' guns)
Hold up, for real (Real)
diamonds wet, they drip for real (They drip for real)
I'm the sub like I'm ill (Like I'm ill)
in high school I flipped them pills (I flipped them pills)
Collectin' in the field (Field) (Pluggs)
On a hundred fishy bitches, swag Jmoney (Jmoney, cash)
Big boy bluntin' (Bluntin')
Trap house stay trappin' (Trap house, trap house, gas, gas)
Motor crossed on him, can't kick it with no lamey
Gettin' top while I'm in the coupe (Ayy, ayy)
Switchin' lanes, bitch (Skrrt-skrrt), slight work, young nigga
Yeah, I been bankin' (What?)
Yeah, nigga real then I don't want the shit (Blatt, what?)
2900, yeah you know we with the shits (Blatt-blatt)
Flippin' bricks, got another brick (Pluggs)
Ayy, ayy, ever since you left my side (Bah-bah, 29, bitch)
I keep my 9 on my side
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Splur, Splur)
It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead
(Bah, yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy (What?)
Bitch, I'm pourin' for you (I'm pourin' for you), yeah
I'm the bakers man (I'm the bakers man), ayy
Bitch, I'm movin' pies (Bitch, I'm movin' pies), ayy
Say he movin' weight (Say he movin' weight), nah
Boy, he tellin' lies (Yeah)
Why should I lie about this money?
(Why should I lie about this money?)
Why should I lie about this money? (Cash, cash, yeah)
(Pluggs)
Say you gettin' money and guap, ayy, ayy
She tell me that she love me, ayy (She don't love me)
You know all my bitches love me (Don't you know? Huh?)
And all my niggas on that fuck shit
(All of 'em on that fuck shit, ahh)
Fauni got the Glock (Fauni got a Glock, ayy, Glock)
Hey, Carti got the Glock (Carti got a Glock, ayy)
I can't even cool it on my block (Ayy, hey)
Fuck 12 and fuck all of the opps
Help me Lord, I need help, (Pluggs)
I can't even help myself (Can't even help myself)
Ayy, I know she don't want me
that bitch only want my wealth (Only want my wealth)
All this Gucci, all this Louis, all this Dolce on my belt (Designer)
I'm the golden ticket, bitch, I feel like Johnny Depp (Johnny Depp)
Now this bitch on her knees (Knees)
She on molly water, leanin' (Leanin')
She don't speak no English
Only Thai and Portuguese (No English)
In the trap house doin' numbers
Bando feel like Japanese (Feel like Japanese, ayy)
Nigga challenge me, Imma spray just like Febreze
I done spent too much at Gucci (Bands), (Pluggs)
I done spent too much at Fendi (Rackades)
I just thank the Lord that the plug was fuckin' with me
I'm a real Atlanta nigga posted up and eatin' bullets
(I been posted up on Flat)
Real Atlanta plug, let the pints go for the 50 (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ever since you left my side (Bah-bah, 29, bitch)
I keep my 9 on my side
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Splur, Splur)
It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead
(Bah, yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy (What?)
Bitch, I'm pourin' for you (I'm pourin' for you), yeah (Pluggs)
I'm the bakers man (I'm the bakers man), ayy
Bitch, I'm movin' pies (Bitch, I'm movin' pies), ayy
Say he movin' weight (Say he movin' weight), nah
Boy, he tellin' lies (Yeah)
Why should I lie about this money?
(Why should I lie about this money?)
Why should I lie about this money? (Cash, cash, yeah)
I'm well connected if you need a snow deal (If you need a snow deal)
You could be a street nigga
or you can be some roadkill (Or you can be a dead man)
Thouxanband capsules, boy
You know we about them big deals (Nigga brought them big deals)
And I need a million just for a decent meal
My main bitch keep on lurkin'
and my side bitch hardly workin' (She hardly workin')
Like an ulcer, it's gon' surface
I ain't shit but I got a purpose (But I got a purpose)
If trill mean that you too broke
then I been trill
but I never wore no Been Trill (Never wore no Been Trill)
Like blue, like red, like white pills
and I'm sellin' gas call, me Hank Hill (Call me Hank Hill)
That's propane, and a gold chain (Gold chain)
Chrome's on the rim when I road rage (Road rage, road rage)
And I keep about twelve in a birdcage
Fuck the trill wave, I rep the real wave (Real wave)
I know too many want to get paid (Get paid)
If you talk too much, get your trap raid (Trap raid)
All these pussy ass niggas don't say any 'bout my lil' old bitch
But she just don't hate (Shit, just don't hate) (Pluggs)
Ayy, ever since you left my side (Bah-bah, 29, bitch)
I keep my 9 on my side
yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Splur, Splur)
It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead
(Bah, yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy (What?)
Bitch, I'm pourin' for you (I'm pourin' for you), yeah
I'm the bakers man (I'm the bakers man), ayy
Bitch, I'm movin' pies (Bitch, I'm movin' pies), ayy
Say he movin' weight (Say he movin' weight), nah
Boy, he tellin' lies (Yeah)
Why should I lie about this money?
(Why should I lie about this money?)
Yeah, why should I lie about this money? (Cash, cash, yeah)
She say Carti, she love me ("Carti, I love you", money bags)
Designer, I love it (Designer, I love you, money bags)
A.P.C. jeans (A.P.C.), yeah, they stay stuntin' (Designer, designer)
She crushin', uh (Yeah, foreign, but she love me, foreign)
Coolin' with the plugs, I'm in the mink, I got a snug, ayy (Snug)
Ho don't wanna hug (No hug)
I just want some fuckin' guns (Fuckin' guns)
Hold up, for real (Real)
diamonds wet, they drip for real (They drip for real)
I'm the sub like I'm ill (Like I'm ill)
in high school I flipped them pills (I flipped them pills)
Collectin' in the field (Field) (Pluggs)
On a hundred fishy bitches, swag Jmoney (Jmoney, cash)
Big boy bluntin' (Bluntin')
Trap house stay trappin' (Trap house, trap house, gas, gas)
Motor crossed on him, can't kick it with no lamey
Gettin' top while I'm in the coupe (Ayy, ayy)
Switchin' lanes, bitch (Skrrt-skrrt), slight work, young nigga
Yeah, I been bankin' (What?)
Yeah, nigga real then I don't want the shit (Blatt, what?)
2900, yeah you know we with the shits (Blatt-blatt)
Flippin' bricks, got another brick (Pluggs)
Ayy, ayy, ever since you left my side (Bah-bah, 29, bitch)
I keep my 9 on my side
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Splur, Splur)
It's some niggas out here that wanna see me dead
(Bah, yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy (What?)
Bitch, I'm pourin' for you (I'm pourin' for you), yeah
I'm the bakers man (I'm the bakers man), ayy
Bitch, I'm movin' pies (Bitch, I'm movin' pies), ayy
Say he movin' weight (Say he movin' weight), nah
Boy, he tellin' lies (Yeah)
Why should I lie about this money?
(Why should I lie about this money?)
Why should I lie about this money? (Cash, cash, yeah)
(Pluggs)
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Troy Vashon Donte Lane, Taajwar Hakem Latimore, Jordan Terrell Carter
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