Or Sum
You beef bout a bitch boy you must be a hoe or sum
My dawg went to jail for a body he out already I be thinking he told em sum
Been getting to the money li bro getting comfortable naw
We gotta run up sum mo or sum
You know I be popping my shii li Murda a star
That li nigga the chosen one
(The chosen one)
Now I got bigger plans Gotta gimme some bands
A nigga shining and these diamonds like to dance
Bitches back then turning into my fans
Niggas hating but Ian hearing what they saying
Done bossed up and now I'm the man
I dare a nigga touch on my neck ill cut off his hand
Y'all gone here what I'm saying
This shii the beginning ain't no where near to the end stop playing
Hottest Young Nigga in the city
Aint chasing a bitch had to get out my feelings and go get some millions
Ion pop pills ion like the feeling
Ion need love ion want the dealings
Broke down I needed some healing
Nobody was there for the heal me
Turn my pain to aggression
Won my battle against depression
Now nigga tryna get a blessing
I slid on a opp and he tucked like a turtle
Bullets hit his back like a baby I burp him
Like a laker I hop out in all purple
Ian gotta do it my shoota gone murk em
Had to get off my ass and go gimme a bag
I put people first when they put me in last
Decided to put them bitches in the past
Now I'm glowing they see a nigga in his bag
Had to make em mad
Road to riches tryna come up out the rags
Came from selling gas in some plastic bags
Hold lotta cash in a duffle bag
Stay in the yo like a Nigga moneybagg
Bad bitch sucking dick and sheon neva gag
Gotta come in first can't come in last
Naw A nigga can't go back to the past
You beef bout a bitch boy you must be a hoe or sum
My dawg went to jail for a body he out already I be thinking he told em sum
Been getting to the money li bro getting comfortable naw
We gotta run up sum mo or sum
You know I be popping my shii li Murda a star
That li nigga the chosen one
(The chosen one)
Now I got bigger plans Gotta gimme some bands
A nigga shining and these diamonds like to dance
Bitches back then turning into my fans
Niggas hating but Ian hearing what they saying
Done bossed up and now I'm the man
I dare a nigga touch on my neck ill cut off his hand
Y'all gone here what I'm saying
This shii the beginning ain't no where near to the end stop playing
Hopped on the beat started preaching and shii
Lil bro popped hom a perc now he tweaking and shii
Lil hoe tryna fuck when she fuck wit my potna
I look at that hoe like you tweaking lil bitch
We grew up finessing Tryna make a succession
Shii we done did that I cannot confess it
We living the life what they see a impression
But really we youngins going thru depression
Run this money up believe ima flex it
He say ima pussy well Nigga come test me
If it's a problem well nigga address it
This a free ticket send yo ass to heaven
762 turn yo brain into jelly
My nigga been sneaky I'm thinking like melly
These niggas around you they really be jealous
So watch who you fuck wit cause nigga ain't no telling
You beef bout a bitch boy you must be a hoe or sum
My dawg went to jail for a body he out already I be thinking he told em sum
Been getting to the money li bro getting comfortable naw
We gotta run up sum mo or sum
You know I be popping my shii li Murda a star
That li nigga the chosen one
(The chosen one)
SMY TRIPLE M
My dawg went to jail for a body he out already I be thinking he told em sum
Been getting to the money li bro getting comfortable naw
We gotta run up sum mo or sum
You know I be popping my shii li Murda a star
That li nigga the chosen one
(The chosen one)
Now I got bigger plans Gotta gimme some bands
A nigga shining and these diamonds like to dance
Bitches back then turning into my fans
Niggas hating but Ian hearing what they saying
Done bossed up and now I'm the man
I dare a nigga touch on my neck ill cut off his hand
Y'all gone here what I'm saying
This shii the beginning ain't no where near to the end stop playing
Hottest Young Nigga in the city
Aint chasing a bitch had to get out my feelings and go get some millions
Ion pop pills ion like the feeling
Ion need love ion want the dealings
Broke down I needed some healing
Nobody was there for the heal me
Turn my pain to aggression
Won my battle against depression
Now nigga tryna get a blessing
I slid on a opp and he tucked like a turtle
Bullets hit his back like a baby I burp him
Like a laker I hop out in all purple
Ian gotta do it my shoota gone murk em
Had to get off my ass and go gimme a bag
I put people first when they put me in last
Decided to put them bitches in the past
Now I'm glowing they see a nigga in his bag
Had to make em mad
Road to riches tryna come up out the rags
Came from selling gas in some plastic bags
Hold lotta cash in a duffle bag
Stay in the yo like a Nigga moneybagg
Bad bitch sucking dick and sheon neva gag
Gotta come in first can't come in last
Naw A nigga can't go back to the past
You beef bout a bitch boy you must be a hoe or sum
My dawg went to jail for a body he out already I be thinking he told em sum
Been getting to the money li bro getting comfortable naw
We gotta run up sum mo or sum
You know I be popping my shii li Murda a star
That li nigga the chosen one
(The chosen one)
Now I got bigger plans Gotta gimme some bands
A nigga shining and these diamonds like to dance
Bitches back then turning into my fans
Niggas hating but Ian hearing what they saying
Done bossed up and now I'm the man
I dare a nigga touch on my neck ill cut off his hand
Y'all gone here what I'm saying
This shii the beginning ain't no where near to the end stop playing
Hopped on the beat started preaching and shii
Lil bro popped hom a perc now he tweaking and shii
Lil hoe tryna fuck when she fuck wit my potna
I look at that hoe like you tweaking lil bitch
We grew up finessing Tryna make a succession
Shii we done did that I cannot confess it
We living the life what they see a impression
But really we youngins going thru depression
Run this money up believe ima flex it
He say ima pussy well Nigga come test me
If it's a problem well nigga address it
This a free ticket send yo ass to heaven
762 turn yo brain into jelly
My nigga been sneaky I'm thinking like melly
These niggas around you they really be jealous
So watch who you fuck wit cause nigga ain't no telling
You beef bout a bitch boy you must be a hoe or sum
My dawg went to jail for a body he out already I be thinking he told em sum
Been getting to the money li bro getting comfortable naw
We gotta run up sum mo or sum
You know I be popping my shii li Murda a star
That li nigga the chosen one
(The chosen one)
SMY TRIPLE M
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Almodovar
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