Gettin Em In

They know them bags we getting them in
Bro dropped ah opp he trying do it again
Never goin broke like I'm fucking with Ben
We get that lo then we spinning again
Hope god forgive me I'm sinning again
I ain't trying lose I'm in it to win
I'm Into making money I ain't tryn make friends
Bro ain't trying squash beef he want them all dead
That boy don't want no cancer leave him with bald head
They know my niggas ain't hungry but they went all fed
Treat that boy just like a pencil fill him wit all led

It's sumn snakes up in that grass Close yo back door
We make niggas run like They in track doe
Got glizzy with them 50s we attach those
I add up this money but I subtract hoes
I should sign with Bibby I got that crack flow
You say you got some shooters They shoot like Shaq doe
I ran it up from nothin I turned it to something
If you can't do nothing for me at least keep it 100
I'm with the gang da guys we'll turn up your function
We in the trap pushing Ps We started with onions
It can be fourth and long I swear we ain't punting
You sent yo dummy to crash now we smoking yo flunkie
I might just take over yo trap now I'm servin yo junkie
I can't chase no hoe but ima go chase the money
They know them bags we getting them in
Bro dropped ah opp he trying do it again
Never goin broke like I'm fucking with Ben
We get that lo then we spinning again
Hope god forgive me I'm sinning again
I ain't tryin lose I'm in it to win
I'm Into makin money I ain't trying make friends
Bro ain't trying squash beef he want them all dead
That boy don't want no cancer leave him with bald head
They know my niggas ain't hungry but they went all fed
Treat that boy just like a pencil fill him wit all led



Credits
Writer(s): Luh Ralph
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link