Now
Hunnids on hunnids, Imma cash out
'Member I was trappin', I was slinging off a stash-house
They gon' see me dripping to the max now
Hop inside a 'rari, got 200 on the dash now
Youngest nigga winning in my city
Imma sign a deal, tell my brothers, coming with me
I just bought some VVS, it cost 150
Now I'm seeing all these bitches wanna come over and kiss me
I was down so bad, had to get up off my ass
I just took a flight, LAX, first class
If I say the word, then my hitters gon' blast
Put him in the dirt, we gon' put him in the trash
Yeah, sipping, I'm sipping on red
Money talks, hit him with lead
Shooters gon' shoot 'till he dead
Put a bag, money on his head
Imma run it up, no I never had patience
Middle fingers up, I ain't even gotta say shit
'Member last year I was working on the grave shift
Now I'm counting bags, in a 'rari I been racing
All I know is Imma run it up
Counting bands, I done fell in love
I was down so bad, I was feeling stuck
Now I got a hundred-thousand dollars in the trunk
VG, ALT, Imma throw it up
Any nigga talking, guaranteed we blow it up
Any function popping, guaranteed we showing up
I been getting offers, so you know we going up
Bands
Guapo
Count bands
Head huncho
Dance
My diamonds
Dancing on top, though
Designer on me, too pricey
Got your bitch on me, she trifey
Got your wifey, told me she like me
I curved it, she act too dicey
Yeah, VVS neck my wrist
Stay ten toes down, don't switch
Never thought I'd live like this
Get rich like this, get lit make hits
Hunnids on hunnids, Imma cash out
'Member I was trappin', I was slinging off a stash-house
They gon' see me dripping to the max now
Hop inside a 'rari, got 200 on the dash now
Youngest nigga winning in my city
Imma sign a deal, tell my brothers, coming with me
I just bought some VVS, it cost 150
Now I'm seeing all these bitches wanna come over and kiss me
I was down so bad, had to get up off my ass
I just took a flight, LAX, first class
If I say the word, then my hitters gon' blast
Put him in the dirt, we gon' put him in the trash
Yeah, sipping, I'm sipping on red
Money talks, hit him with lead
Shooters gon' shoot 'till he dead
Put a bag, money on his head
'Member I was trappin', I was slinging off a stash-house
They gon' see me dripping to the max now
Hop inside a 'rari, got 200 on the dash now
Youngest nigga winning in my city
Imma sign a deal, tell my brothers, coming with me
I just bought some VVS, it cost 150
Now I'm seeing all these bitches wanna come over and kiss me
I was down so bad, had to get up off my ass
I just took a flight, LAX, first class
If I say the word, then my hitters gon' blast
Put him in the dirt, we gon' put him in the trash
Yeah, sipping, I'm sipping on red
Money talks, hit him with lead
Shooters gon' shoot 'till he dead
Put a bag, money on his head
Imma run it up, no I never had patience
Middle fingers up, I ain't even gotta say shit
'Member last year I was working on the grave shift
Now I'm counting bags, in a 'rari I been racing
All I know is Imma run it up
Counting bands, I done fell in love
I was down so bad, I was feeling stuck
Now I got a hundred-thousand dollars in the trunk
VG, ALT, Imma throw it up
Any nigga talking, guaranteed we blow it up
Any function popping, guaranteed we showing up
I been getting offers, so you know we going up
Bands
Guapo
Count bands
Head huncho
Dance
My diamonds
Dancing on top, though
Designer on me, too pricey
Got your bitch on me, she trifey
Got your wifey, told me she like me
I curved it, she act too dicey
Yeah, VVS neck my wrist
Stay ten toes down, don't switch
Never thought I'd live like this
Get rich like this, get lit make hits
Hunnids on hunnids, Imma cash out
'Member I was trappin', I was slinging off a stash-house
They gon' see me dripping to the max now
Hop inside a 'rari, got 200 on the dash now
Youngest nigga winning in my city
Imma sign a deal, tell my brothers, coming with me
I just bought some VVS, it cost 150
Now I'm seeing all these bitches wanna come over and kiss me
I was down so bad, had to get up off my ass
I just took a flight, LAX, first class
If I say the word, then my hitters gon' blast
Put him in the dirt, we gon' put him in the trash
Yeah, sipping, I'm sipping on red
Money talks, hit him with lead
Shooters gon' shoot 'till he dead
Put a bag, money on his head
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Writer(s): Anmol Gill
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