[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K
Aye
The f*ck
Aye
I’m so turnt up right now
Aye
On some f*ck sh*t
Taliband
Paper route business
[Hook]
Young n*gga six figures up
How the f*ck you feel
I pulled up in a coupe
They thought I signed a deal
You don’t look familiar
Real recognize real
b*tch I’m money hungry
You know I can’t miss no meal
Why the f*ck these n*ggas so lame, lame, lame
Knowin damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
Throwin bullets and [?] make it rain, rain, rain
I’m flexin so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame
[Verse: 1]
I’m runnin to the money
b*tch I feel like Usain (Bolt)
You talk down on my name
b*tch I [?]
Don’t talk down on the gang
The choppa sing [?]
Stove top Glock
b*tch you know I keep the flame
I need everythin
b*tch I feel like Jesse James
You talkin bout runnin up gwap
I’m on the same thing
You thinkin bout runnin up on me
You gone loose your brain
300 for some flip flops
They like what a shame
n*ggas talkin foul
I’ma take ‘em out the game
Stretch a f*ck n*gga
Then I’m goin at his chain
n*ggas talkin foul
I’ma take ‘em out the game
Stretch a f*ck n*gga
Then I’m goin at his chain
[Hook]
Young n*gga six figures up
How the f*ck you feel
I pulled up in a coupe
They thought I signed a deal
You don’t look familiar
Real recognize real
b*tch I’m money hungry
You know I can’t miss no meal
Why the f*ck these n*ggas so lame, lame, lame
Knowin damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
Throwin bullets and [?] make it rain, rain, rain
I’m flexin so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame
[Verse: 2]
VVS diamonds
Drippin on my sleeve and collar
Never been a trick
I keep my stick like Harry Potter
I said VVS diamonds drippin on my sleeve and collar
Never been a trick
I keep my stick like Harry Potter
n*ggas plottin, watchin
Pulled up as I dropped it
b*tches jaws dropping
Smoke kush, I’m a Rasta
No, I’m no pill popper
Big rocks look like fossil
sh*t drippin like faucet
This sh*t get colossal
This sh*t get colossal
Ain’t no talkin
I’ll off ‘em
Ain’t no talkin
I’ll off ‘em
I play with fields of that green
Like I’m golfin
[Hook]
Young n*gga six figures up
How the f*ck you feel
I pulled up in a coupe
They thought I signed a deal
You don’t look familiar
Real recognize real
b*tch I’m money hungry
You know I can’t miss no meal
Why the f*ck these n*ggas so lame, lame, lame
Knowin damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
Throwin bullets and [?] make it rain, rain, rain
I’m flexin so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame