Drill

Energy made this one
J3 mix it

Baby don't leave me why would go?
You said heart is cold now
I'm glad that you know
That boy he ain't no soldier
We wiping his nose
Man this life ain't for sure
So I ride with a pole yeah

We get to the cash now
I'm wrapping in bands
Strapped up at the party
I ain't even tryna dance
Walked in looking mean
Yea I had on mask
Wockiana my cup
Man I see that boy bluff
Yea I see that boy

Had to get it from the mud lil nigga
Hard to get out from slumps lil nigga
Cooking up with the Pyrex
My Broski whip it in the Pyrex yeah yeah

Emmy quanz getting money now
Why these young niggas they hate
In the booth I be spitting bars
I be spitting facts now I'm paid
Uh
How I get to the cheese
Spitting rhymes so neatly
Boy ur shordy got my songs on repeat
Every night we getting freaky
Shordy wan play with my dicky
You ain't even know cause she's sneaky
If she get caught she ain't squealing
For Emmy quanz she be Feening

Yeah I get to bag
How he do it so quick
Niggas they hate
Throw dirt on my name
Tryna drive me insane
Why this niggas lie
He lied on the gang
I thought you bro
I thought you bro
Man this niggas sum hoes
All these Niggas turn foes
All these niggas turn foes

All these niggas be mad cause
I be racing them to the bag (for real
Oh that's ur shordy boy
I ain't even know she was a fan(oh my god
How we cook that shit boy
We whip up in the pan(Oh my god
From the dark side nigga
We be turning niggas into mans(On god

I'm not a rat but nigga
I be getting these cheese(For real
Walked in the store told
My jeweller just to ice my team (For real
Now the girls calls
They be like emmy quanz
Put your girl on fleek (for real
I be spitting facts
I be spitting bars
Listen when I speak(for real

See I ran the cash emmy quanz
Yea I get to the bag
Yea I ran to the bag
That's why pants they be sagged
Cause I'm stuffing em racks
Remember days I was moving them packs
Now theses shordies they singing my tracks
If you want a feature I'm taxing

I get to the bag so easy
Emmy quanz do it so neatly
All my haters they watch me on tv
Now the the water I'm drinking is Fiji
They used to hate on da gang
They be telling lies to the hoes
Not a stripper but I keep a pole
Mama pray for me I'm on the roads

It's hard to get to the cash
When I get the bag I do
The money dance
I Ain't no sugar daddy
But these bitches
Calling me the money man
Run a nigga down
pow pow
Made that boy
Do the running man
Hit him up in his matatata
He can't do the running man

Oh my diamonds are cold(Woah
The dt go beep beep beep
When they mention my name
Tell em suck my dick dick dick
Oh u want fuck with bro
She a mother fucking hoe hoe hoe (Treash

The jakes kicked down door
They said get on floor floor floor