Po Sum Mo
Walk up in here flexing I got hella cash
Touch down fly as fuck it ain't no helipad
Pull out 20 p's of cookie nigga I know you smellin' that
If you ain't in the city I can mail that
I be with them demons every day it ain't no helpin' that
Put them beams all on a nigga this ain't laser tag
I was really having racks before I made a rap
Runnin' through the bag imma make it back
Pull up in them new Dior runners like where you get those?
I'm forever gettin' money this shit don't get old
These lil niggas ain't shit they gon say anything to get on
I don't believe you're really stackin' or you get hoes
I be with other niggas bitches imma dog for real
She gon always want this dick if I pop this pill
You aint seen me in a minute bitch we poppin' still
And fuck them lil ass bands I want all the mills
Aye, you all talk but don't back it up
You ain't gettin' to the money, you ain't stackin' up
Pack touch down make it flip like a spatula
Red in my cup look like blood and I'm Dracula
It ain't dark enough I'm pourin' more
This lil pint last a day I be sick of hoes
You ain't hear me bitch po sum mo
Cracking seals but you never see me going broke, never
How many niggas gon go broke trynna keep up?
It's dark tints on every whip you can't see us
She see them bussdown chains she wanna meet us
A1 nigga, you're like a C+
Watch me pull up in that butterfly Benz
I ain't servin' less u niggas gon spend
You see them bricks coming in got my stamp
I keep fire in the wood like a camp
Your bitch know I beat it up I'm the champ
All up in her stomach like a cramp
Takin all them pills from your grams
Nigga gettin rich off them grams
Young Burr still stunning on probation
I ain't no roach I survived gettin raided
I be trappin and your bitch making payments
Watch me put her in a movie make her famous
Aye, you all talk but don't back it up
You ain't gettin' to the money, you ain't stackin' up
Pack touch down make it flip like a spatula
Red in my cup look like blood and I'm Dracula
It ain't dark enough I'm pourin' more
This lil pint last a day I be sick of hoes
You ain't hear me bitch po sum mo
Cracking seals but you never see me going broke, never
Touch down fly as fuck it ain't no helipad
Pull out 20 p's of cookie nigga I know you smellin' that
If you ain't in the city I can mail that
I be with them demons every day it ain't no helpin' that
Put them beams all on a nigga this ain't laser tag
I was really having racks before I made a rap
Runnin' through the bag imma make it back
Pull up in them new Dior runners like where you get those?
I'm forever gettin' money this shit don't get old
These lil niggas ain't shit they gon say anything to get on
I don't believe you're really stackin' or you get hoes
I be with other niggas bitches imma dog for real
She gon always want this dick if I pop this pill
You aint seen me in a minute bitch we poppin' still
And fuck them lil ass bands I want all the mills
Aye, you all talk but don't back it up
You ain't gettin' to the money, you ain't stackin' up
Pack touch down make it flip like a spatula
Red in my cup look like blood and I'm Dracula
It ain't dark enough I'm pourin' more
This lil pint last a day I be sick of hoes
You ain't hear me bitch po sum mo
Cracking seals but you never see me going broke, never
How many niggas gon go broke trynna keep up?
It's dark tints on every whip you can't see us
She see them bussdown chains she wanna meet us
A1 nigga, you're like a C+
Watch me pull up in that butterfly Benz
I ain't servin' less u niggas gon spend
You see them bricks coming in got my stamp
I keep fire in the wood like a camp
Your bitch know I beat it up I'm the champ
All up in her stomach like a cramp
Takin all them pills from your grams
Nigga gettin rich off them grams
Young Burr still stunning on probation
I ain't no roach I survived gettin raided
I be trappin and your bitch making payments
Watch me put her in a movie make her famous
Aye, you all talk but don't back it up
You ain't gettin' to the money, you ain't stackin' up
Pack touch down make it flip like a spatula
Red in my cup look like blood and I'm Dracula
It ain't dark enough I'm pourin' more
This lil pint last a day I be sick of hoes
You ain't hear me bitch po sum mo
Cracking seals but you never see me going broke, never
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Writer(s): Lil Flame
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