Gloal Racks
Yea
Know it's hard to get up
Yea, know its hard to get up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
GMG
(Flowers make it move)
Bitch want the money, she see that I'm balling
I don't need to check up
Smoking exotic it's fucking my chest up
Red bottoms on like I'm stepping in ketchup
Move out the way 'cause I'm blowing this bitch up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
Sippin' on drank, man I can't even feel nun
Ready I'm loaded, I'm ready to hit sum
I could be down by like 50 won't give up
I'm touching numbers so why would I give up
Hunnid round drum you get lit up
Ex bitch mad she said I gave the dick up
Took 10 bandz out the bank like I just did a stick up
Opp thot couldn't get wit us, My bitch bad so I'm spending them big bucks
Touch down, smoke runtz
4 opps dead why I'm rolling up 4 blunts
Said I slide by myself 'cause I'm pulling all my own stunts
Got a dispenser come and get your meds
He a rasta we cut off his dreads
What a opp nigga said?, send him back to bed
Even at church I keep 1 in the head
Don't trip bout bitches I got me a staydown, servin' that gas out the sprayground
Moneymarr with the stick make a fuck nigga lay down
Imma show you how that drake sound
Uh
Big GMG I pull up with a beat
I done dissed so many opps I'm in love with the beef
Put a lock on my heart ain't no love in the streets
I just bought a g9 fell in love with the heat
They both love heim what's the difference to me
Imma roll masked down Ice cold like a niemic
I been fighting all these demons, put your brother in the cement
I be watching how you treat me
Don't call when you need me (fa fa)
Yea
Know it's hard to get up
Yea, know its hard to get up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
GMG
(Flowers make it move)
Bitch want the money, she see that I'm balling
I don't need to check up
Smoking exotic it's fucking my chest up
Red bottoms on like I'm stepping in ketchup
Move out the way 'cause I'm blowing this bitch up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
Sippin' on drank, man I can't even feel nun
Ready I'm loaded, I'm ready to hit sum
I could be down by like 50 won't give up
Know it's hard to get up
Yea, know its hard to get up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
GMG
(Flowers make it move)
Bitch want the money, she see that I'm balling
I don't need to check up
Smoking exotic it's fucking my chest up
Red bottoms on like I'm stepping in ketchup
Move out the way 'cause I'm blowing this bitch up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
Sippin' on drank, man I can't even feel nun
Ready I'm loaded, I'm ready to hit sum
I could be down by like 50 won't give up
I'm touching numbers so why would I give up
Hunnid round drum you get lit up
Ex bitch mad she said I gave the dick up
Took 10 bandz out the bank like I just did a stick up
Opp thot couldn't get wit us, My bitch bad so I'm spending them big bucks
Touch down, smoke runtz
4 opps dead why I'm rolling up 4 blunts
Said I slide by myself 'cause I'm pulling all my own stunts
Got a dispenser come and get your meds
He a rasta we cut off his dreads
What a opp nigga said?, send him back to bed
Even at church I keep 1 in the head
Don't trip bout bitches I got me a staydown, servin' that gas out the sprayground
Moneymarr with the stick make a fuck nigga lay down
Imma show you how that drake sound
Uh
Big GMG I pull up with a beat
I done dissed so many opps I'm in love with the beef
Put a lock on my heart ain't no love in the streets
I just bought a g9 fell in love with the heat
They both love heim what's the difference to me
Imma roll masked down Ice cold like a niemic
I been fighting all these demons, put your brother in the cement
I be watching how you treat me
Don't call when you need me (fa fa)
Yea
Know it's hard to get up
Yea, know its hard to get up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
GMG
(Flowers make it move)
Bitch want the money, she see that I'm balling
I don't need to check up
Smoking exotic it's fucking my chest up
Red bottoms on like I'm stepping in ketchup
Move out the way 'cause I'm blowing this bitch up
Stepping on necks know it's hard to get up
Sippin' on drank, man I can't even feel nun
Ready I'm loaded, I'm ready to hit sum
I could be down by like 50 won't give up
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Writer(s): Keshawn Forbes
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