Smith & Wesson lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
You f*ckin' with New Trap Radio, b*tch

[Chorus]
Get to the money, I get to it quick
No I can't stop yeah, no I can't quit
You ain't get money yeah, just quit it
Flexin' like I was into fitness
Gettin' this money, like I run a business
How I get this guap ain't none of your business
Broke boy, you still countin' up pennies
b*tch wanna f*ck and she ain't never met me
Yeah she lovin' me, she always texting me
Why that b*tch be tryna stress me
Sippin' drank yeah, it's refreshing
Haters on my pagе, yeah they stay refrеshing
Got some bad b*tches in my mentions
Don't care what they say I stay flexin'
Yeah, yeah, pull up with a Smith & Wesson

[Verse]
Pull up with a Smith & Wesson, yeah
Taking his head right off, uh
f*ck around, put the lean in my Voss
You broke, still shoppin' up at Ross
You gone have to pay, if you want the sauce
Serving these junkies, I do that a lot
Smoking this Backwood, I do that a lot
Can't f*ck with that b*tch, she wearing Crocs
Rob my plug, yeah did that boy bogus
You can't trust me, I been told 'em
And them poles I'm gonna tote 'em
Gun him down, and then dispose 'em
Pints, coming in by the dozen
Sip through that sh*t like it's nothing
This real lean this not no tussin
Roll another wood up, that sh*t bussin'
It's bussin, it's bussin, it's bussin
Yeah the Glocks they bussin'
Why the opps they fussin'?
Pull up, end of discussion
Pull up end of discussion
I only do them money discussions
Turn this b*tch to Call of Duty no Russian
Pull out the K and the opps start rushing
Shots to the neck, got the blood gushing
Shoot at the opps like I was hunting
Everyday, yeah, I'm still hustling
Everyday, yeah, you still frontin'
[Chorus]
Get to the money, I get to it quick
No I can't stop yeah, no I can't quit
You ain't get money yeah, just quit it
Flexin' like I was into fitness
Gettin' this money, like I run a business
How I get this guap ain't none of your business
Broke boy, you still countin' up pennies
b*tch wanna f*ck and she ain't never met me
Yeah she lovin' me, she always texting me
Why that b*tch be tryna stress me
Sippin' drank yeah, it's refreshing
Haters on my page, yeah they stay refreshing
Got some bad b*tches in my mentions
Don't care what they say I stay flexin'
Yeah, yeah, pull up with a Smith & Wesson

[Outro]
Pull up with a Smith & Wesson, yeah
Taking his head right off, uh
f*ck around, put the lean in my Voss
You broke, still shoppin' up at Ross