Too Quick
(This guy got 4 fingers for real)
Opp try run I was too quick
I just got rich now the hood rich
Call up E, when he slide he gon shoot shit (Bitch)
GMG the gang we ruthless
He kept running his mouth now he toothless
Said she hungry I took her to Ruth's Chris
And niggas be hating so watch how you moving (Watch how you moving)
Kept giving them chances chances
(Uh)
Spend 50k on my pendant (My pendant)
Rap niggas jewelry and cars they be rented
Feel like a essay, how long he was sentenced
Love the support just keep me in your mentions
(Uh)
Bad bitch got bad intention
Pull up to your church and I give you a blessing
See me in person don't send me no message
Straight to the bank cause this money my fetish
5'8 Shooter like Cam Reddish
His man died now they playing detective
Bitch can't hang cause I'm very selective
Everybody know GMG what I'm reppin
I be chilling cause I know Swerve steppin (Swerve steppin)
Duck the feds can't get caught with a weapon
And niggas be hot, go to court and they telling
E got rich cause that za what he selling
50 Shots going straight at your mellon
Sent a flunky you should've just kept him
Straight under your feet were we sent him
(Bitch)
I'm praying for better days
I feel like my life is maze
I don't hoop but I slide with 2 k's (2 k's)
Fill her up said she like how it taste
Winning so fast told me slow down my pace
My shooter like josh, keep a drake
Blitz so hard in his hood he cant think
1 false move and you gone in a blink
(Don't blink)
(Uh)
Swerve told me get off that Lean
With this rap shit I let off sum steam
Spreading her legs like cream
He rich on IG but it ain't what it seem
(Yea)
(Uh uh, Swerve)
Nah you can't buckle up, glock got no safety
Baby bottle full of duse and hell nah I ain't a baby
Now I know to move smarter cause my man tried to snake me
Yea I'm muslim no pork but I turn him to bacon
And you know when I get up on my opps I'm impatient
Nigga said he want smoke but I know that he faking
He wan tax for a jay, I ain't paying imma take it
Yea my shot automatic, when I shoot imma make it
Everyday in the stu I go harder and harder
It's just me and mother, grew up with no father
Plan ain't work the first time we gon plan a lil smarter
He want smoke imma slide with the nle choppa
Yea my shooter a killer, got bodies on bodies
I just seen a opp lurking, I spot him I got him
GMG going up we the next trending topic
I had dapped up while she gave me the sloppy
(Yea)
(Hahaha)
(Yea, while she gave me the sloppy)
Opp try run I was too quick
I just got rich now the hood rich
Call up E, when he slide he gon shoot shit (Bitch)
GMG the gang we ruthless
He kept running his mouth now he toothless
Said she hungry I took her to Ruth's Chris
And niggas be hating so watch how you moving (Watch how you moving)
Kept giving them chances chances
(Uh)
Spend 50k on my pendant (My pendant)
Rap niggas jewelry and cars they be rented
Feel like a essay, how long he was sentenced
Love the support just keep me in your mentions
(Uh)
Bad bitch got bad intention
Pull up to your church and I give you a blessing
See me in person don't send me no message
Straight to the bank cause this money my fetish
5'8 Shooter like Cam Reddish
His man died now they playing detective
Bitch can't hang cause I'm very selective
Everybody know GMG what I'm reppin
I be chilling cause I know Swerve steppin (Swerve steppin)
Duck the feds can't get caught with a weapon
And niggas be hot, go to court and they telling
E got rich cause that za what he selling
50 Shots going straight at your mellon
Sent a flunky you should've just kept him
Straight under your feet were we sent him
(Bitch)
I'm praying for better days
I feel like my life is maze
I don't hoop but I slide with 2 k's (2 k's)
Fill her up said she like how it taste
Winning so fast told me slow down my pace
My shooter like josh, keep a drake
Blitz so hard in his hood he cant think
1 false move and you gone in a blink
(Don't blink)
(Uh)
Swerve told me get off that Lean
With this rap shit I let off sum steam
Spreading her legs like cream
He rich on IG but it ain't what it seem
(Yea)
(Uh uh, Swerve)
Nah you can't buckle up, glock got no safety
Baby bottle full of duse and hell nah I ain't a baby
Now I know to move smarter cause my man tried to snake me
Yea I'm muslim no pork but I turn him to bacon
And you know when I get up on my opps I'm impatient
Nigga said he want smoke but I know that he faking
He wan tax for a jay, I ain't paying imma take it
Yea my shot automatic, when I shoot imma make it
Everyday in the stu I go harder and harder
It's just me and mother, grew up with no father
Plan ain't work the first time we gon plan a lil smarter
He want smoke imma slide with the nle choppa
Yea my shooter a killer, got bodies on bodies
I just seen a opp lurking, I spot him I got him
GMG going up we the next trending topic
I had dapped up while she gave me the sloppy
(Yea)
(Hahaha)
(Yea, while she gave me the sloppy)
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Writer(s): Jahyem Malcolm
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