Retro lyrics

[Hook]
Hop in my whip and get low
I'm so high I don't know where to go
But I know what I'm doing
Think I might ride through my opps
Even though we into it
They see me they know what I'm doing
Run up on me and I'm blowing
n*gga is b*tches but that's what I'm already knowing
Tweeting me like we into it
See me in traffic then its a whole 'nother stoy
Swear this sh*t starting to get boring
You ain't getting money, boy what the f*ck is you doing
Straight to the top where I'm going
Watch how they hate when they see me pull off in that foreign
b*tches on me on me I ignore them
Got so many b*tches, b*tches starting to get annoying
Money is all that I'm on
You ain't getting money, boy what the f*ck is you doing

[Verse 1]
n*ggas ain't f*cking with me on the G
I should get outta here and go live in the mountains
Way at the top where nobody can find me
Cause I do not want you n*ggas around me
Thinking its sweet and get killed for a thousand
By a lil n*gga that can't even count it
Shout out to Wooski that's my lil n*gga
Shot so many n*ggas he can't eve count it
Cash, Why is you talking like this
You better stop rapping like this
Know that these n*ggas gon' tell on you
Cause they scared of you
You gotta stop acting like this
True, I'ma just stick to the code
Why, I know these n*ggas is hoes
I know some killers that no longer living
And I know some n*ggas still living that's hoes
Aye, I'm bout to f*ck up a check
Why, Cause I can do it like that
Come get yo b*tch cause she all on my di*k
And I think I should hit but you love her to death
Aye, Don't put my hoe in the business
I know these n*ggas is b*tches
I know you clouted and they not about it
But G when you rapping they listen
[Hook]
Hop in my whip and get low
I'm so high I don't know where to go
But I know what I'm doing
Think I might ride through my opps
Even though we into it
They see me they know what I'm doing
Run up on me and I'm blowing
n*gga is b*tches but that's what I'm already knowing
Tweeting me like we into it
See me in traffic then its a whole 'nother stoy
Swear this sh*t starting to get boring
You ain't getting money, boy what the f*ck is you doing
Straight to the top where I'm going
Watch how they hate when they see me pull off in that foreign
b*tches on me on me I ignore them
Got so many b*tches, b*tches starting to get annoying
Money is all that I'm on
You ain't getting money, boy what the f*ck is you doing

[Verse 2]
Look I don't give a f*ck if they listening
I don't wait on no n*gga permission
I got n*ggas that's locked up on hommies
For boding n*ggas for acting like b*tches
And I just blew a stack on some pistols
Just to give them away in the trenches
My lil homies just itching to get at you
50 shot clips I'm not leaving no stitches
And you f*ck with them n*ggas
But you say you don't f*ck with them n*gga
Boy you suspicious
Don't talk to them n*ggas
Get caught in the car with them n*ggas
You gon' get the business
Just thought I should mentiom
This what you do when they hate on you though
Run up that check, Then run up some more
I was a toddler, Fell in love with dollars
Couldn't wait till I grew, Just to get me the most
Now I can bet you I get me a hoe
Breaking they neck when I step in the door
Of any booty-club b*tches show me love
Throw that money up and they fall on the floor
Let me switch it up
Tryna whip me a Bentley truck by the first of the month
Roll up me a blunt, this ain't what you want
If you thinking its sweet, then get put in the floor
Aye
[Hook]
Hop in my whip and get low
I'm so high I don't know where to go
But I know what I'm doing
Think I might ride through my opps
Even though we into it
They see me they know what I'm doing
Run up on me and I'm blowing
n*gga is b*tches but that's what I'm already knowing
Tweeting me like we into it
See me in traffic then its a whole 'nother stoy
Swear this sh*t starting to get boring
You ain't getting money, boy what the f*ck is you doing
Straight to the top where I'm going
Watch how they hate when they see me pull off in that foreign
b*tches on me on me I ignore them
Got so many b*tches, b*tches starting to get annoying
Money is all that I'm on
You ain't getting money, boy what the f*ck is you doing