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(I ain't really got time for no opps
I'm tryna run up some money
Udigg, lets get it)

I got some money but it aint enough
Im tryna run up some more racks
You say you want smoke but Im calling your bluff
You really dont wanna go there
My niggas got choppers that's ready to rip
But nah nigga you can't sew that
2 Bags of exotic, 2 bags of the regular
My brother serving out 4 packs
He having some drank but I aint see the seal crack
Nigga you know I wont pour that
We toting on rifles with scopes like a sniper
And move in all black shoutout Kodak
We dont do security
My niggas bringing them glocks to wherever my show at
I been getting money, I aint new to these hunnids
Go and check all of my throwbacks

Im having some money but it aint enough
Im tryna run up some more racks
All of y'all niggas remind me of 6ix9ine
I don't even know who more rat
I swear that the day we get out of the hood
None of my niggas gon' go back
He say he want pressure
We ready to light it up
Nigga you know we gon' smoke that
These niggas are not in the field for real, they capping
Nigga you know you ain't active
You ain't served nothing but a 3.5 one time
Why are you saying you a trapper
Let me find out you be talking 'bout me and my brothers
Lil nigga you know we gon' clap you
All of my niggas got macs, apple
And we gon' come for yo top like a snapple
You are not gang lil boy
I cannot dap you
I said it, Im standing on it like a statue
I told y'all that Im not a regular rapper
Im with them steppers like Kappas
Yall get the money and spend it before you can stack it
Y'all know y'all hustling backwards
4400 The gang, the set, the family
Nigga you play we attacking
Lets get it

I got some money but it aint enough
Im tryna run up some more racks
You say you want smoke but Im calling your bluff
You really dont wanna go there
My niggas got choppers that's ready to rip
But nah nigga you can't sew that
2 Bags of exotic, 2 bags of the regular
My brother serving out 4 packs
He having some drank but I aint see the seal crack
Nigga you know I wont pour that
We toting on rifles with scopes like a sniper
And move in all black shoutout Kodak
We dont do security
My niggas bringing them glocks to wherever my show at
I been getting money, I aint new to these hunnids
Go and check all of my throwbacks

Im tryna get me some money
I do not have time for the beef
But if a nigga want pressure
You know we gon' solve it cuz we really came from the streets
We take yo chain, make you beg and say please
We got your girl at the spot on her knees
Im never hiding, Im right in the B
We got the snub nose, it's ready to sneeze
We see the police, you know we won't freeze
Nigga we taking off just like we Quavo
Nigga them killers wherever the ape go
All of my niggas gon' shoot if I say so
And they gon' aim at yo head, make your face go
Make your face go
Make your face go
(Heyy! OH MY GOD)



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Writer(s): Jamari Allen
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