Repercussions
I got a good vision and bitch I'm clashing on divisions
I'm finna cook up and go get it
I'm getting them p's I'm gone you know
That I got that shit flowing up in the pacific
I'm flexing, I put on vlone and I was dripping
I was tryna get up on the millions
Lil bitch she wanted the bone but I had to diss her
Cause she know I'm finna go get it
Bitch we wide open they call me receiver
Yeah my 1st baby mama I delete her
I don't know why you plotting with them skeezers
But I could just smoke 'em like I do my reefa
Bitch I got damage for them niggas creeping
Fuck the scenery I clear out the picture
And burn that shut down like a motherfucking swisher
I write all my lyrics and chase on these millions uh
This shit life shit im living is painful
Had to take off and go see me maker
Tryna come up so I can vacation
Fuck a shift bitch I'm tryna get payments
Tryna come up and be like I made it
And stack on these rackies and duck all ya favors
I'm creating stories like I'm fable don't care bout the label you know I enable
Yeah we platinum when we walk up in the building finna drip up
I'm wearing a quarter million
Call me Brady I'm back like I never left
I don't scream for no nigga that plea the fifth
Automatics, extendos all on the shelf
I don't need nobody cause I do the rest
Fucked her over when I hit her from the back
She can't leave cause she know that I get her wet
Everybody know me they be so attached
I been throwing the ball ain't no quarterback
Ima cross and shoot up like I'm Jerry west
Yeah you niggas know that I go for the best
Got my blizzy I'm smoking on wedding cake
Rent a rari I'm swerving right to the A
Hit the studio making another tape
Ima keep stacking up I don't care who hate
I been making these songs like a piece of cake
I got the gift from the father I'm taking advantage and bitch
You know this ain't no gimmick
I got my girl cleaning my dirty damn linen we winning
When I'm doing damage all up in the city
Got my shawty yeah she cleaning my linen
Yeah you know we working tryna get millions
Never lacking I can shoot up no missing
Stay down I'm loaded I'm loaded
I'm coming out harder than a fucking bomb, bitch I be on it
I'm taking the crown ima go to the top ima shoot at the opp
If a Nigga want smoke yeah you know that they gone
I got money ima take that shit home
I'm finna cook up and go get it
I'm getting them p's I'm gone you know
That I got that shit flowing up in the pacific
I'm flexing, I put on vlone and I was dripping
I was tryna get up on the millions
Lil bitch she wanted the bone but I had to diss her
Cause she know I'm finna go get it
Bitch we wide open they call me receiver
Yeah my 1st baby mama I delete her
I don't know why you plotting with them skeezers
But I could just smoke 'em like I do my reefa
Bitch I got damage for them niggas creeping
Fuck the scenery I clear out the picture
And burn that shut down like a motherfucking swisher
I write all my lyrics and chase on these millions uh
This shit life shit im living is painful
Had to take off and go see me maker
Tryna come up so I can vacation
Fuck a shift bitch I'm tryna get payments
Tryna come up and be like I made it
And stack on these rackies and duck all ya favors
I'm creating stories like I'm fable don't care bout the label you know I enable
Yeah we platinum when we walk up in the building finna drip up
I'm wearing a quarter million
Call me Brady I'm back like I never left
I don't scream for no nigga that plea the fifth
Automatics, extendos all on the shelf
I don't need nobody cause I do the rest
Fucked her over when I hit her from the back
She can't leave cause she know that I get her wet
Everybody know me they be so attached
I been throwing the ball ain't no quarterback
Ima cross and shoot up like I'm Jerry west
Yeah you niggas know that I go for the best
Got my blizzy I'm smoking on wedding cake
Rent a rari I'm swerving right to the A
Hit the studio making another tape
Ima keep stacking up I don't care who hate
I been making these songs like a piece of cake
I got the gift from the father I'm taking advantage and bitch
You know this ain't no gimmick
I got my girl cleaning my dirty damn linen we winning
When I'm doing damage all up in the city
Got my shawty yeah she cleaning my linen
Yeah you know we working tryna get millions
Never lacking I can shoot up no missing
Stay down I'm loaded I'm loaded
I'm coming out harder than a fucking bomb, bitch I be on it
I'm taking the crown ima go to the top ima shoot at the opp
If a Nigga want smoke yeah you know that they gone
I got money ima take that shit home
Credits
Writer(s): Devonte Brewton
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