DrillDemon
496 SugarHill it's the gang
Creep up on a opp then bang!
To be honest they don't really got the Bucks like that
Missionary she not used to me fuckin' like that
Put the gun to his cap
Traumatized rappers I bet they won't write that
Gun to the head let's see if you like that
No?
Take a L get up with the gang and we right back
Straight shots
They need a warnin'
I be shootin' film shooters know how to record it
Opp pack
Got me coughin'
I take trips to Dubai bet they knew my bitch was so bad
In the mornin' she be suckin' me up before I was yawnin'
Big racks
Make it rain in the club hundred fifties I step in everything pourin'
I hit a lick with the right crew then I hit up my jeweler
I recommend that you tuck your chain in
Cause if not I might shoot at your legs and medulla
Put the shooters in the rooftop they tooled up
New intruder
Blue money woo'd up
I don't like the envy
That I'm seein' nowadays
I remember way back when my cuzzo died Rest In Peace I was eight
I don't got heart in me
Shawty's wanna find the key to my heart
But I don't got the lock with me
Just cause I don't got the leash that don't mean shit
You would always see all of my dogs with me
Muzzle in the gun for the recoil
New opp pack I smoke' like a weed oil
Hit em' up for the hit in a hellcat big body
I got a PSA
For all the girls that I knew back then for once can you be loyal?
Let that sink in my nigga
I got two baddies on my bed
Funny enough they both twins
I don't recall havin' 0 to 6 welcome to 496 where we win
Soon as I hit the pedal car zoomin'
Now we uppin' my .44
I see the red light but I'm not finna obey it
Don't hold back what you said nigga so say it
SugarHill and she fuckin' wit my vibe
Move like a Scorpion no Drake Mob Ties
Body parts I shoot it viciously I protect myself it is not my time
I could see why you dick ridin'
Cause I'm rich and you trynna take my shine
Can't put my trust in a female it's all about
Zodiac always wanna know my sign
496 SugarHill it's the gang
Creep up on a opp then bang
To be honest they don't really got the Bucks like that
Missionary she not used to me fuckin' like that
Put the gun to his cap
Traumatized rappers I bet they won't write that
Gun to the head let's see if you like that
No?
Take a L get up with the gang and we right back
Gang and we right back
Gang and we
Gang and we right back
Creep up on a opp then bang!
To be honest they don't really got the Bucks like that
Missionary she not used to me fuckin' like that
Put the gun to his cap
Traumatized rappers I bet they won't write that
Gun to the head let's see if you like that
No?
Take a L get up with the gang and we right back
Straight shots
They need a warnin'
I be shootin' film shooters know how to record it
Opp pack
Got me coughin'
I take trips to Dubai bet they knew my bitch was so bad
In the mornin' she be suckin' me up before I was yawnin'
Big racks
Make it rain in the club hundred fifties I step in everything pourin'
I hit a lick with the right crew then I hit up my jeweler
I recommend that you tuck your chain in
Cause if not I might shoot at your legs and medulla
Put the shooters in the rooftop they tooled up
New intruder
Blue money woo'd up
I don't like the envy
That I'm seein' nowadays
I remember way back when my cuzzo died Rest In Peace I was eight
I don't got heart in me
Shawty's wanna find the key to my heart
But I don't got the lock with me
Just cause I don't got the leash that don't mean shit
You would always see all of my dogs with me
Muzzle in the gun for the recoil
New opp pack I smoke' like a weed oil
Hit em' up for the hit in a hellcat big body
I got a PSA
For all the girls that I knew back then for once can you be loyal?
Let that sink in my nigga
I got two baddies on my bed
Funny enough they both twins
I don't recall havin' 0 to 6 welcome to 496 where we win
Soon as I hit the pedal car zoomin'
Now we uppin' my .44
I see the red light but I'm not finna obey it
Don't hold back what you said nigga so say it
SugarHill and she fuckin' wit my vibe
Move like a Scorpion no Drake Mob Ties
Body parts I shoot it viciously I protect myself it is not my time
I could see why you dick ridin'
Cause I'm rich and you trynna take my shine
Can't put my trust in a female it's all about
Zodiac always wanna know my sign
496 SugarHill it's the gang
Creep up on a opp then bang
To be honest they don't really got the Bucks like that
Missionary she not used to me fuckin' like that
Put the gun to his cap
Traumatized rappers I bet they won't write that
Gun to the head let's see if you like that
No?
Take a L get up with the gang and we right back
Gang and we right back
Gang and we
Gang and we right back
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Writer(s): Andry Martinez
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