[Cizzle Money Addict]
[Hook]
Im jus lookin for revenge/
Cizzle summer sixteen cizzle summer sixteen/
Riddin through tha louisville city on the percs not lean/
Riddin through tha louisville city on the percs not lean/ink they
[Verse 1]
We do wat you couldn't do young n*ggas think they bullit proof/
Gotta red dot dnt know body move/
Gotta traphouse in the subburbs and it beat beat ona sunday/
Tell a broke bish maybe oneday/
Im steph curry but i dnt play from the metro to a whole thang/
Call jose he know wat you n*ggas did last time/
Im tellin you n*ggas the last time boy get the fuk out tha way/
I see you riddin tha wav but you are not in the gang/
I got to jail for four months and n*ggas barley even got a flame/
I walked out that bish with truie on got a trap line let it bling/
Got a trap line let it bling shawty need a quarter brick/
Only gave him three zip had to hit him wit tha skurrrr/
Had to get my money rite like kanye when he dropped out/
Gang gang on ig fake n*ggas gettin cropped out/
Pop one pop two percasets im zooted hoe lien luchious/
Bad bish like cookie ya empire ain't a empire/
Bish you go to school at empire gassed up like a new car/
She get around like a uber im tha real papi chullo /
Bolsa de dinero ma thats a money bag on ya nugget/
Rap n*ggas is my students/
In tha ville ima legend here a million times i can prove it/
Flex flex with a check hottest n*gga in the city/
Now n*ggas see my vision hi tops 1050 /
Bad bish in givenchy booty big but she skinny/
Im jus lookin for revenge fuk it fuk it ima win/ (echo out)
[Beat Switch]
[Verse 2]
All you rappers in the. neighborhood wana be me a little/
All the n*ggas that i grew up with can't stand dat im winnin/
You would love it if i went away and ain't say nothin else/
How am i keepin it real but keepin tha sh*t myself/
Money bag gang gang gang zaytiggy boy was up/
Drop a whole mixtape fuk the whole city up/
But im better off anyway f&n on my hip/
Young n*ggas with tha sh*tts have u leakin out ya sh*t/
True realigon im tha sh*t next to god im tha pope/
Wat i say gonna go she ain't fukkin gotta go/
Rap n*ggas on my di*k more than a n*gga b*tch/
Wat you n*ggas forget yaw ain't fukkin wit tha kid/
Real California crip crip crip we ain't runnin throug tha 6/
We ain't reppin under 6 n*ggas betta learn they sh*t/
I dnt run wit local goons i run wit ogz/
Pull up in that white mercedes jus like og/
Fuk ett money rap cuz u gone haf to show me/
[Laughs] fades out