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I say FREEBANDZ, but nigga
After you go through all that shit
Think if I let a nigga come and
Goddamn take what I done did man?
All these dudes I done paid?, I done paid-, man this shit blood
Sweet, and tears for this shit man
Nigga ain't finna' do nun' 'bout this cash boy
For real boy, I go to war
It ain't even about going to war
I ain't going to war for what's mine
Ayy, ha, double R shit, double R shit
Bitch ass nigga, double R shit
You know what I'm saying, nigga
You know this money shit been gettin' way too easy
I don't really take no photos
I'm in a four door, ridin' wit' like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, pour three lines
He pour Uno, that nigga too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston nigga, solo, two poles on me
I might go hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto
Yeah, I'm Really Rich, bitch, do what I want
I'm rockin' Arc'teryx, I'm ending the Climate (Pussies)
Why they keep hittin' my line?
That shit ain't 'bout money, then know I'm declinin'
Y'all nigga's slimey, my nigga's grimey, we never duckin' no violence
My nigga grimey, you niggas hidin'
They'll take you down for your diamonds
I been had funds around me, bitch, before I was walkin'
Ayy, before I was talkin'
Pussy ass nigga tryna flex in front of them hoes
Have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, with the Draco
Bitch ass niggas we gon' spark 'em
He just a rat with a pole, he a rat, but he doing the most (Ha)
Bitch ass nigga should've known
Bitch ass nigga get- (Bitch ass nigga, get trolled)
Yeah, get zoed, nigga
Glock .45, nigga, Glock .30, it's gon' fold
We having motion
You know that shit on the floor
My brother flip anything, nigga, come this way
Pussy ass rap niggas mad than a bitch
'Cause I'm finna' kick it when I'm in L.A
All of my diamonds they hit, all my bitches they lit
I know we can't say that same
Bitch just look at my wrist, I'm rich
Ok, my fit all black, it's Rick
All of my niggas on house arrest, and they fighting new cases and shit
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door
Ridin' wit' like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, pour three lines
He pour Uno, that nigga too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston nigga, solo, two poles on me, I might go hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on-
(Yeah, on Pluto)
(Way too geeked on Pluto)
(Way too geeked on-)
After you go through all that shit
Think if I let a nigga come and
Goddamn take what I done did man?
All these dudes I done paid?, I done paid-, man this shit blood
Sweet, and tears for this shit man
Nigga ain't finna' do nun' 'bout this cash boy
For real boy, I go to war
It ain't even about going to war
I ain't going to war for what's mine
Ayy, ha, double R shit, double R shit
Bitch ass nigga, double R shit
You know what I'm saying, nigga
You know this money shit been gettin' way too easy
I don't really take no photos
I'm in a four door, ridin' wit' like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, pour three lines
He pour Uno, that nigga too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston nigga, solo, two poles on me
I might go hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto
Yeah, I'm Really Rich, bitch, do what I want
I'm rockin' Arc'teryx, I'm ending the Climate (Pussies)
Why they keep hittin' my line?
That shit ain't 'bout money, then know I'm declinin'
Y'all nigga's slimey, my nigga's grimey, we never duckin' no violence
My nigga grimey, you niggas hidin'
They'll take you down for your diamonds
I been had funds around me, bitch, before I was walkin'
Ayy, before I was talkin'
Pussy ass nigga tryna flex in front of them hoes
Have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, with the Draco
Bitch ass niggas we gon' spark 'em
He just a rat with a pole, he a rat, but he doing the most (Ha)
Bitch ass nigga should've known
Bitch ass nigga get- (Bitch ass nigga, get trolled)
Yeah, get zoed, nigga
Glock .45, nigga, Glock .30, it's gon' fold
We having motion
You know that shit on the floor
My brother flip anything, nigga, come this way
Pussy ass rap niggas mad than a bitch
'Cause I'm finna' kick it when I'm in L.A
All of my diamonds they hit, all my bitches they lit
I know we can't say that same
Bitch just look at my wrist, I'm rich
Ok, my fit all black, it's Rick
All of my niggas on house arrest, and they fighting new cases and shit
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door
Ridin' wit' like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, pour three lines
He pour Uno, that nigga too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston nigga, solo, two poles on me, I might go hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on-
(Yeah, on Pluto)
(Way too geeked on Pluto)
(Way too geeked on-)
Credits
Writer(s): Keandrian Jones, Davyn Nunez, Surf Surf, Maksym Shyriaiev, Planta Planta
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