Danger

Chrome Heart jeans, I'm kind of done with them Amiris
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
Ask for decade, had a plug when I was 16
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams

Two things I ain't running out, this money and this -
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Balling like the playoffs, I'm tryna get a ring

Payouts in Miami
Pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that b- to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's f- 'em all, ain't got no understanding
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon

Keeping my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panic
They say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-Wagon matte-blue

She gettin' my - off, I buy her Goyard
F- all the time, I still act like Ion know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my d-? You know that's yo' h- job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it

I was in the trap too, I f- up my sack too
Most of that sh- cap, can't go for that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on a stand still but now we back movin'
They thought they was winning 'til I entered now they back losing

Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattooed
I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is that cash rules

If you think I ain't running this money up, you a damn fool
Trying to count my pocket, my networth ain't on no damn Google
50 million dollars in a year, if I'm lying, -
500 hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid

I been f- her and her best friend, I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag, that's how you pose to do that
Everybody got a hunnid guns, they know where not to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that

I was on the block when sh- was lit for real, where the f- was you at?
Never drop no salt then hit a b- for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that really out here pushing, bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that wassaname, everybody look like, who dat

She gettin' my - off, I buy her Goyard
F- all the time, I still act like Ion know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my d-? You know that's yo' h- job
Ain't worried 'bout nothing
Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it



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Writer(s): Dominique Jones, William Eric Boyette, Ryan Hartlove, Anton Sergeevich Gololobov
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