John Wick
She want me to spend on the pussy
I'm like, mm-mm, go away
Chanel handbag, VVs, all in her Bracelet
Cartier frames,
I had to stay in my lane
Niggas be throwin' dirt all in my Name
I turned that dope into money
Ever since then, I wasn't the same
Yeah, back end
Send the payment first before I back In
Lackin', you'll never catch me slippin
Cause I'm tapped in
Saks Fifth, man me and bro went Crazy with
That fashion
Balencis with amiris
Cost more than what your trap did
Grave digger shit, I'm in this bitch Like John Wick Ready to lay a nigga Quick
Quit with all that talkin' tough You Lame niggas ain't on shit
All I sell is dog food I'm a Motherfuckin' pit, yeah
I'm a motherfucker, grrrrrr
Bald head, scallywag, skirting
In a scatty pack
Honest as can be
I'll fuck you once, but I'm not callin' Back
She told me it's gonna cost a fee
But I ain't hearin' that
Tell me what block them niggas on
So I know where to send em at
Sliding in a rental, all you heard was
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Dead man, took off his head, man
And that was that
Phone been ringin' all day long
My shit a jumping jack
If I buy his bitch Chanel
Then she ain't comin' back,
Uh Yeah, yeah, uh-uh
If I buy his bitch Chanel Then she Ain't comin' back, uh
Yeah, the whole bag, yeah
Nigga, ran off with your shit
What you do? Go and make a post
If he tryin' do me like he did you
I'ma up the pole
Bitch, I'm talkin' ra-ra-ra
I'ma take his soul
Nigga, that's for sho
Cause ain't no bitch in me I really go
Can't count how many times
I beat a nigga ass inside a joe
One, two, maybe three, but I think It's four
Stop askin' bout that zip cause it's Already sold
Stop bringin' up the past, I'm talkin' Years ago
Cause truth be told, that shit is really Old
Trap nigga with a bad bitch, shakin' Ass nigga
Clap clap, clap,
She just strip to pay for class nigga
Goin' to the gym, how you think that Bitch got mad thicker
Shit you said you made within a Week, I made mad quicker
We all, we got the mob gettin' Money, we not sad niggas
All these years and still can't figure Shit out, that's Just sad nigga
I can't sit around and just be broke, You niggas mad different
All this fuckin' money in the world, Go get a bag nigga the fuck
Think money grow on trees, if you Find one, let me know
Cause I done been to plenty places, Never seen one grow
I'm only here tonight, tomorrow Morning, gotta go
7 for the half, 1150 for the rope
I'm like, mm-mm, go away
Chanel handbag, VVs, all in her Bracelet
Cartier frames,
I had to stay in my lane
Niggas be throwin' dirt all in my Name
I turned that dope into money
Ever since then, I wasn't the same
Yeah, back end
Send the payment first before I back In
Lackin', you'll never catch me slippin
Cause I'm tapped in
Saks Fifth, man me and bro went Crazy with
That fashion
Balencis with amiris
Cost more than what your trap did
Grave digger shit, I'm in this bitch Like John Wick Ready to lay a nigga Quick
Quit with all that talkin' tough You Lame niggas ain't on shit
All I sell is dog food I'm a Motherfuckin' pit, yeah
I'm a motherfucker, grrrrrr
Bald head, scallywag, skirting
In a scatty pack
Honest as can be
I'll fuck you once, but I'm not callin' Back
She told me it's gonna cost a fee
But I ain't hearin' that
Tell me what block them niggas on
So I know where to send em at
Sliding in a rental, all you heard was
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Dead man, took off his head, man
And that was that
Phone been ringin' all day long
My shit a jumping jack
If I buy his bitch Chanel
Then she ain't comin' back,
Uh Yeah, yeah, uh-uh
If I buy his bitch Chanel Then she Ain't comin' back, uh
Yeah, the whole bag, yeah
Nigga, ran off with your shit
What you do? Go and make a post
If he tryin' do me like he did you
I'ma up the pole
Bitch, I'm talkin' ra-ra-ra
I'ma take his soul
Nigga, that's for sho
Cause ain't no bitch in me I really go
Can't count how many times
I beat a nigga ass inside a joe
One, two, maybe three, but I think It's four
Stop askin' bout that zip cause it's Already sold
Stop bringin' up the past, I'm talkin' Years ago
Cause truth be told, that shit is really Old
Trap nigga with a bad bitch, shakin' Ass nigga
Clap clap, clap,
She just strip to pay for class nigga
Goin' to the gym, how you think that Bitch got mad thicker
Shit you said you made within a Week, I made mad quicker
We all, we got the mob gettin' Money, we not sad niggas
All these years and still can't figure Shit out, that's Just sad nigga
I can't sit around and just be broke, You niggas mad different
All this fuckin' money in the world, Go get a bag nigga the fuck
Think money grow on trees, if you Find one, let me know
Cause I done been to plenty places, Never seen one grow
I'm only here tonight, tomorrow Morning, gotta go
7 for the half, 1150 for the rope
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