Karimi
Ahan
I swear, I don't bother nobody, man, I'm just tryna get my bag up
That's it, huh
Look
Ayo, they gave my dog seven, he got caught with his pistol, right?
On JPay he sent a kite, like "It's alright"
I'm eatin' good, I'm in the yard just workin' out and gettin' right (I'm good)
Just keep killin' them niggas like (ahan)
You know, you 'possed to, nigga, live your life
Walk in the bank, they greet me at the door, "Good mornin' mister Price" (hello)
Don't like no friendly bitch, don't want no miss polite (hah)
I listen to the shit them niggas hype, and it's aight
But it was light
They ain't ready to have no pen and pencil fight, that shit is like
A Russian AK 47 goin' against a kitchen knife (woo)
Thе spookiest, suspenseful, right? (Woo)
Thеy view me in a different light (woo)
My jewelry do be hittin' bright
No loose leaf when I spew these, who these niggas kiddin'?
I'm like Kool G mixed with the heavy set guy from Bed-Stuy
And Coogi spittin' with a mic
Up the toolie in traffic, won't let these niggas shoot me at the light
I know they probably wanna shoot me out of spite (ah)
'Cause I do this shit they like
Don't let no groupie spend a night
One chain is 250 a ice (talk to 'em)
Mhm-hm, yikes
I set fire to the lab when I dive on my bag
These niggas be so entitled, it's sad
Why you so mad?
Why don't you apply that same energy to find you a bag? (haha-haha-ha)
It's stressin' me great, sendin' me to retirement fast
It's some rap bitches that I still got my eye on to smash
Don't wire me the backends, just give me mine all in cash (don't wire my backend)
You gotta watch how you talk to me (ahan)
We firemen, we handle smoke accordingly (brrt)
And my opinion if we keepin' it all the way 60 plus a 40 piece
The G.O.A.T. rapper, Mount Rushmore, should be resculptured with four of me (haha-haha)
And niggas know who got shit in a figure four
My women is bitches goals (hah)
Extensions on niggas' poles, if it's tension I get it go (doot-doot-doot-doot)
We spend it, finish the mission, then we get low (brrat)
Niggas with me steppers (hah)
They know the code, you play your role
Even if it kills you I'm redder than Heath Ledgers (talk to 'em)
I woke up in Athens to Greek breakfast
Three naked bitches lay on my bed, my sheets wet (hah)
Machine piece letters together then I receive cheddar (huh)
Why you fuck niggas don't eat ever? (Y'all still broke?)
But me, I just want the money (yeah)
Let y'all in on ones and twos
Let's keep it okay, whatever it is, we standin' on that
Brrt (brrt, grrt)
(We out here, we out here)
Mayblock, nigga
Show 'em motherfuckin' two times, man
Rest in peace Prick
We gettin' money, Drumwork in the motherfucker (we ain't playin' with y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rest in peace to the G's, Mayblock, nigga (Mayblock, nigga)
Who's that? (What's that)
I'm tellin' y'all, man, we not playin' with you, 2024
It's about standin' on that shit
I ain't got time to play with 'em like
It's some new motherufckin' thing (it's a movie)
Rest in peace Prick, I love you, big bro
Yo, it's going to be a movie, every time a movie
It's a motherfuckin' movie mahn
We standin' on all business (all the way nigga)
Bring it to that most high (all the way)
Buckshots
I swear, I don't bother nobody, man, I'm just tryna get my bag up
That's it, huh
Look
Ayo, they gave my dog seven, he got caught with his pistol, right?
On JPay he sent a kite, like "It's alright"
I'm eatin' good, I'm in the yard just workin' out and gettin' right (I'm good)
Just keep killin' them niggas like (ahan)
You know, you 'possed to, nigga, live your life
Walk in the bank, they greet me at the door, "Good mornin' mister Price" (hello)
Don't like no friendly bitch, don't want no miss polite (hah)
I listen to the shit them niggas hype, and it's aight
But it was light
They ain't ready to have no pen and pencil fight, that shit is like
A Russian AK 47 goin' against a kitchen knife (woo)
Thе spookiest, suspenseful, right? (Woo)
Thеy view me in a different light (woo)
My jewelry do be hittin' bright
No loose leaf when I spew these, who these niggas kiddin'?
I'm like Kool G mixed with the heavy set guy from Bed-Stuy
And Coogi spittin' with a mic
Up the toolie in traffic, won't let these niggas shoot me at the light
I know they probably wanna shoot me out of spite (ah)
'Cause I do this shit they like
Don't let no groupie spend a night
One chain is 250 a ice (talk to 'em)
Mhm-hm, yikes
I set fire to the lab when I dive on my bag
These niggas be so entitled, it's sad
Why you so mad?
Why don't you apply that same energy to find you a bag? (haha-haha-ha)
It's stressin' me great, sendin' me to retirement fast
It's some rap bitches that I still got my eye on to smash
Don't wire me the backends, just give me mine all in cash (don't wire my backend)
You gotta watch how you talk to me (ahan)
We firemen, we handle smoke accordingly (brrt)
And my opinion if we keepin' it all the way 60 plus a 40 piece
The G.O.A.T. rapper, Mount Rushmore, should be resculptured with four of me (haha-haha)
And niggas know who got shit in a figure four
My women is bitches goals (hah)
Extensions on niggas' poles, if it's tension I get it go (doot-doot-doot-doot)
We spend it, finish the mission, then we get low (brrat)
Niggas with me steppers (hah)
They know the code, you play your role
Even if it kills you I'm redder than Heath Ledgers (talk to 'em)
I woke up in Athens to Greek breakfast
Three naked bitches lay on my bed, my sheets wet (hah)
Machine piece letters together then I receive cheddar (huh)
Why you fuck niggas don't eat ever? (Y'all still broke?)
But me, I just want the money (yeah)
Let y'all in on ones and twos
Let's keep it okay, whatever it is, we standin' on that
Brrt (brrt, grrt)
(We out here, we out here)
Mayblock, nigga
Show 'em motherfuckin' two times, man
Rest in peace Prick
We gettin' money, Drumwork in the motherfucker (we ain't playin' with y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rest in peace to the G's, Mayblock, nigga (Mayblock, nigga)
Who's that? (What's that)
I'm tellin' y'all, man, we not playin' with you, 2024
It's about standin' on that shit
I ain't got time to play with 'em like
It's some new motherufckin' thing (it's a movie)
Rest in peace Prick, I love you, big bro
Yo, it's going to be a movie, every time a movie
It's a motherfuckin' movie mahn
We standin' on all business (all the way nigga)
Bring it to that most high (all the way)
Buckshots
Credits
Writer(s): Demond Price, Eliot Dubock, Corey Stanfield
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