Baccarat lyrics

[Verse 1]
I be wanting to leave this sh*t alone but I'm just too deep
b*tches tell the internet, these n*ggas tell the police
I'll go and kill myself before I let you ho me
Hit hard move in silence, shout out to the OGs
7 million, lost that just in baccarat alone
Know I smell good, I don't wear no baccarats alone
I'm a money magnet, this sh*t gon' be comin' when I'm gone
My Atlanta b*tch, we only be talkin' when I'm home
I'm a savage, gotta know I know you f*ckin' when I'm gone
Blow sh*t down forreal, ain't doin' no huffin' and puffin' on no songs
Real rockstar, 7 in the mornin' gettin' stoned
Lotta gambling, he don't know enough, he gettin' boned
These ain't lab diamonds, my sh*t outta the mud, these real stones
Brodie down the road, he done ran it up from sellin' phones
Got 200 bands, tryna find a lawyer to get him home
Told him I'ma match it, that's 400 thousand, someone gotta have it
Ain't been in the spot in 5 years and it's still trappin'
Safe to say if I ain't get a deal I'll be still trappin'
Glad I got a chance to see the world and I adapted to it
Dolla took his cash, invest in business, look like he rappin' too
I was in the spot tryna get off for sh*t, that's all I knew
I am not gon' cry 'cause you don't f*ck with me, the feelings mutual
Still leavin' a stain inside my city, you remember crucial
20 thousand dollars only Monday, go in Magic spend a 40, I just made this sh*t Sunday
They ain't really throwin' sh*t, they bluffin' n*ggas pump fakin'
Feel like I'm at best when sh*t get hard, but I'm a crunch baby
I been doin' my thang since back in school from the mid to the lunch lady
[Chorus]
Mama showed me never show my hand
Most of these n*ggas need ass whoopings
Overseas, got my feet in the sand
Women claiming me who can't get a chance

[Verse 2]
Put b*tches on Delta, they fly back with the cash
I put bro in position but he'll get on yo' ass though
Better not fall for no ho who ready to go when the bag low
[?] rob the same sto' and then put a mask on
I been all around the globe, hittin' and duckin' the task force
I come straight from out the westend, the stamps on the passports
Fully coverage when I get involved, they know where the crash [?]
It ain't funny, I done been a dog, the f*ck I'ma laugh for?
[?] some rich n*ggas lose it all, the f*ck I'ma brag for?
Well I ain't trippin', if this sh*t get hard, that's what the bag for
She in love with you, she love me too, is that what you mad for?
Brodie told me don't let off the gas, my foot in the dashboard
SF90, that's a spot for us, that's a step up from last time
Never chillin 'round, we in and out, I'm stuck on a cash run
n*gga really loved me, could've spanked you, but you get a pass bro
Showin' n*ggas what's the better route to go, I'm the last ho
Know they want me to fall off, I move cautious
Told my PR "Don't put me on the Forbes list"
It's gon' cost to play, make sure you can afford this
I'm the same way, don't matter if I'm poor or rich
It's a hundred thousand dollars in my mouth, these porcelains
I took penitentiary chances, that's to go cop Jordans
And my n*gga throwed off, sometimes I have to think for him
I'm a bad b*tch getter, you can ask my doorman
I put b*tches on Delta, can't say what's in the suitcase
Put a hundred up a million times, the f*ck is a blueface?
Brodie put us on a different route, I f*ck with a new way
Talked to all the dawgs on FaceTime, I'm duckin' the two way
Active shooters in these cars gon' follow us on anyway
Made the label call 4-5 mill for Rylo, the G way
Like Glorilla and I love ‘em all, but they get it today
Can't be f*cked with in no way at all if that n*gga don't play
[Chorus]
Mama showed me never show my hand
Most of these n*ggas need ass whoopings
Overseas, got my feet in the sand
b*tches claiming me who can't get a chance