Everybody
I'm with my brothers we got a pistol in the party
Louis V Givenchy me you know I'm flying than everybody
If she choosing then I recruit her then I pass her to everybody
Put some racks in her account an now we flexing on everybody
I'm smoking on za but it ain't no runtz
You coming with threats then we shooting our gun
Couple my patnas they on the run
Need my pockets just like Big Pun
Na it ain't no facade na it ain't no front
Run it up fast like I'm forest gump
My personal patna he trapping these tons
Ain't shit new up under the sun
Pulling from the bank illegally
As long they print it you know what it is
Ain't got good credit had to cp the crib
Superstar nigga that's just how I feel
Championship ring just like Tom Brady
Baguettes in my chain ima hit yo ol lady
Bouji lil bitch drive c300
Fly to Miami just cause it's sunny
I'm riding on a jet ski smoking on 100 dollar blunts
Call my phone need a bag or what
Just like Kobe I come in the clutch
Got these racks on us might throw up some ones
Got a Spanish lil bitch tryna have my son
My white bitch help me manage my funds
We ain't worried bout a case we pay off the judge
My patnas in LA carry ghost guns
I be praying that the money it come in abundance
I told you way back I love them blue hunnids
I seen them bails wrapped up just like a mummy
Get pissed off nigga get ya whacked like Tommy
Buddy hit the wrong dope he move like a zombie
Took a bad perc he done slid on ya patna
I done seen a couple niggas ain't make it to the doctor
While you working in the trap better have a couple choppas
I'm with my brothers we got a pistol in the party
Louis V Givenchy me you know I'm flying than everybody
If she choosing then I recruit her then I pass her to everybody
Put some racks in her account an now we flexing on everybody
I'm smoking on za but it ain't no runtz
You coming with threats then we shooting our gun
Couple my patnas they on the run
Need my pockets just like Big Pun
Na it ain't no facade na it ain't no front
Run it up fast like I'm forest gump
My personal patna he trapping these tons
Ain't shit new up under the sun
Louis V Givenchy me you know I'm flying than everybody
If she choosing then I recruit her then I pass her to everybody
Put some racks in her account an now we flexing on everybody
I'm smoking on za but it ain't no runtz
You coming with threats then we shooting our gun
Couple my patnas they on the run
Need my pockets just like Big Pun
Na it ain't no facade na it ain't no front
Run it up fast like I'm forest gump
My personal patna he trapping these tons
Ain't shit new up under the sun
Pulling from the bank illegally
As long they print it you know what it is
Ain't got good credit had to cp the crib
Superstar nigga that's just how I feel
Championship ring just like Tom Brady
Baguettes in my chain ima hit yo ol lady
Bouji lil bitch drive c300
Fly to Miami just cause it's sunny
I'm riding on a jet ski smoking on 100 dollar blunts
Call my phone need a bag or what
Just like Kobe I come in the clutch
Got these racks on us might throw up some ones
Got a Spanish lil bitch tryna have my son
My white bitch help me manage my funds
We ain't worried bout a case we pay off the judge
My patnas in LA carry ghost guns
I be praying that the money it come in abundance
I told you way back I love them blue hunnids
I seen them bails wrapped up just like a mummy
Get pissed off nigga get ya whacked like Tommy
Buddy hit the wrong dope he move like a zombie
Took a bad perc he done slid on ya patna
I done seen a couple niggas ain't make it to the doctor
While you working in the trap better have a couple choppas
I'm with my brothers we got a pistol in the party
Louis V Givenchy me you know I'm flying than everybody
If she choosing then I recruit her then I pass her to everybody
Put some racks in her account an now we flexing on everybody
I'm smoking on za but it ain't no runtz
You coming with threats then we shooting our gun
Couple my patnas they on the run
Need my pockets just like Big Pun
Na it ain't no facade na it ain't no front
Run it up fast like I'm forest gump
My personal patna he trapping these tons
Ain't shit new up under the sun
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Writer(s): Chris Sharpe
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