No Hook
I got a spot & then got another spot two blocks across the street
What's moving hot you getting paid or not my nigga fuck all the police
I gotta shot for 35 niggaz that's with you & more for the rest of your team
I gamble a lot 400 in blues 500 in pink 600 in green
We don't play with you niggaz you know how we play it
Ain't no cocking it back in got one in the head
Ain't no doubting back we make sure that you dead
You can't ride with my gang if you show me you scared
Spent over 5 for this Glock boy I ain't tryna tussle
When my bullets touch him ain't no need to rush him
If I never seen that boy shoot I don't trust him
When money come to me it's cool I'm accustomed
Ion pray on the road cause we making it back
Just thinking out loud bra these ones getting tax
Won't hustle for crumbs but we do got them straps
It sound just like it is when you inside them traps
Ain't feeling they vibe I'm solo with my glizzy
Give me til 5 have it sold to the city
Go have you a child cause ain't no playing with me
Imagine me chasing you down with a fifty
I got a bag & then my lil bro got a bag I told you we gotta be patient
Don't even brag or don't mention good news to nobody ain't solid
These niggaz be hating
Get off yo ass fuck if it ain't comin fast
As long as that shit circulating
Yeah they be bad I threw me a dime in the trash I no longer got time for the basic
Quick to bust like I fell in some good pussy
This blunt full runtz I fell back from that cookie
Tryna sell out a show tell promoters to book me
I came out as a pro ion flow like no rookie
I move with precision let them take the quick route
Insecure bitches can't take what they dish out
Toating this glick & this stick got the dick out
You wouldn't trip bout a bitch if you knew what that shit bout
Respect it bra I'm the one put shit in order
Stack up some racks in the safe for my daughter
223 all in traffic in Florida
When I look at a map picture me across the border
Chopping it up with the plug to see how low he will go
It's forever gone snow but you never will know
Lace up my shoes to make sure I don't trip bout a hoe
If we can't get no racks then you can't be my bro
Glock 23 & a carbon 15 I got more than one strap on me just like a stud
You get that respect that you want when you come up from nothing
And get that shit out of the mud
I use to be use to the rain
It's time for a change nigga now we just making it flood
When somebody get fronted & try to run off
He tryna say fuck you come get it blood
2020 had me trappin on Zelle
Why you in the trap you ain't had shit for sale
And if you get caught bet not have shit to tell
You investing in stocks?
I invest in the mail
My foot on the gas I can't stop at no light
If you try to run off better grip that shit tight
I got this for free but you pay the full price
I ain't wasting no heat bitch I'm shooting precise
How you learn to survive?
Never say that I can't
Cherry pie on my breathe when I walk in the bank
Gotta let that shit fly cause this shit getting stank
I'm impressing my kid nigga fuck what you think
Toating these sticks everywhere plus they legal
They need to go head & make that weed legal
I got my eyes on your ass like a eagle
You claim that you real?
Well look out for your people
Bro on casamigos he changing his grammar
Can't control when he behave in that matter
But I got them bags on the way like I'm Santa lil nigga
And just got plays in Atlanta
Live in the fast lane gas to the floor
Street military stay ready to blow
The wave got the racks in effect that's fasho
Boy we play in the grass & we play in the snow bitch
Two times
What's moving hot you getting paid or not my nigga fuck all the police
I gotta shot for 35 niggaz that's with you & more for the rest of your team
I gamble a lot 400 in blues 500 in pink 600 in green
We don't play with you niggaz you know how we play it
Ain't no cocking it back in got one in the head
Ain't no doubting back we make sure that you dead
You can't ride with my gang if you show me you scared
Spent over 5 for this Glock boy I ain't tryna tussle
When my bullets touch him ain't no need to rush him
If I never seen that boy shoot I don't trust him
When money come to me it's cool I'm accustomed
Ion pray on the road cause we making it back
Just thinking out loud bra these ones getting tax
Won't hustle for crumbs but we do got them straps
It sound just like it is when you inside them traps
Ain't feeling they vibe I'm solo with my glizzy
Give me til 5 have it sold to the city
Go have you a child cause ain't no playing with me
Imagine me chasing you down with a fifty
I got a bag & then my lil bro got a bag I told you we gotta be patient
Don't even brag or don't mention good news to nobody ain't solid
These niggaz be hating
Get off yo ass fuck if it ain't comin fast
As long as that shit circulating
Yeah they be bad I threw me a dime in the trash I no longer got time for the basic
Quick to bust like I fell in some good pussy
This blunt full runtz I fell back from that cookie
Tryna sell out a show tell promoters to book me
I came out as a pro ion flow like no rookie
I move with precision let them take the quick route
Insecure bitches can't take what they dish out
Toating this glick & this stick got the dick out
You wouldn't trip bout a bitch if you knew what that shit bout
Respect it bra I'm the one put shit in order
Stack up some racks in the safe for my daughter
223 all in traffic in Florida
When I look at a map picture me across the border
Chopping it up with the plug to see how low he will go
It's forever gone snow but you never will know
Lace up my shoes to make sure I don't trip bout a hoe
If we can't get no racks then you can't be my bro
Glock 23 & a carbon 15 I got more than one strap on me just like a stud
You get that respect that you want when you come up from nothing
And get that shit out of the mud
I use to be use to the rain
It's time for a change nigga now we just making it flood
When somebody get fronted & try to run off
He tryna say fuck you come get it blood
2020 had me trappin on Zelle
Why you in the trap you ain't had shit for sale
And if you get caught bet not have shit to tell
You investing in stocks?
I invest in the mail
My foot on the gas I can't stop at no light
If you try to run off better grip that shit tight
I got this for free but you pay the full price
I ain't wasting no heat bitch I'm shooting precise
How you learn to survive?
Never say that I can't
Cherry pie on my breathe when I walk in the bank
Gotta let that shit fly cause this shit getting stank
I'm impressing my kid nigga fuck what you think
Toating these sticks everywhere plus they legal
They need to go head & make that weed legal
I got my eyes on your ass like a eagle
You claim that you real?
Well look out for your people
Bro on casamigos he changing his grammar
Can't control when he behave in that matter
But I got them bags on the way like I'm Santa lil nigga
And just got plays in Atlanta
Live in the fast lane gas to the floor
Street military stay ready to blow
The wave got the racks in effect that's fasho
Boy we play in the grass & we play in the snow bitch
Two times
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