Huh

I swear that am killin' it
Am leveling bars so am drilling it
I ain't sittin' my ass on the table and waitin'
'til somebody get me my piece of cake

Gotta finesse my finance
Moving around like am drop shipping
Catching this paper I can't miss it
If I miss it am robbing the bank

I'm a victim unlisted from the big game
Well whitelist that shit 'cause I'm gon' spazz on it
Wit' a big claim (Heh)

Don't even get me started we've been serious the whole time boy
Everybody on board they know the code
We got backup if it flop then I know we gon' float

Shoot at your boy like pah pah pah we leave
He a snitch and he know he deserve it
God gave him life but he sure ain't worthy

I count my blessings that's the only thing
I ever count
Gotta have somebody for the money
Gotta have somebody for the flaws
But everybody hating they closing doors

Imma lose the "Mr. nice guy" Imma start kicking down doors
Don't care if you call 12 they come here
Imma shove it right in they face

I'm not a bad man ain't batman (nah)
But I can fly right at your face
Give you a knock down
See the highway of the Milky Way

Save that eulogy for my f day
Am right here you can give me PayPal, CashApp, Venmo
I don't care just give me the bags

I've been runnin' up bodies
I'm picking the game I'm sniffing the fame
I'm pushing some names I don't got no shame
Haters disguised as fans they don't look the same

Got a square house and I don't piss nigga
Y'all hiss niggas
I know you've been running around in my turf
I'll be hunting you like hoppers who be selling crack
I'm sending a message watch your tone
Or you be as good as a wreckage
A wreckage is where I'm pleased and I leave you on the scene now

Huh?



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Writer(s): Richard Milambo
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