Record It lyrics

They told me I lost it, I told them to suck it
Rockin Balenci, I po' up in public
My n*ggas be drummin, we pull up on dumb sh*t
Please don't get shot because of n*ggas you run with
Left in a Audi, I came in a Masi'
Came with the gang, but I left with a mami
I'm gon get [?]
We not gon tweet, we gon' order a hommie
White GGS but it look like sum lightning
Lightshow outside and b*tches from Diamond
Gotta keep faith, gotta trust in the process
He food in the hood, in the car, in the projects
I really used to sell crack in the bando
Come to the spot, b*tch you can't bring your man tho
Roll up the dodie, my n*gga like Buddha
Good with the .40, then we gon recruit ya
I'm smokin' loud, and my b*tch smokin hookah
We not gon talk about it, we just gon shoot ya
They dont want pay us? We uppin the K up
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When I was locked in my cell, had a banger
I'm parked in a drop, in the car gettin ate up
I got no love for these n*ggas they traitors
f*ck all that fly sh*t, we duckin' indictments
I hit that b*tch from behind like the Heimlich
Don't repeat nothing I told you In private
I heard that new sh*t you dropped, it was garbage
They play my sh*t and they put it on rewind
Skirt in the foreign, I throw up the peace sign
Ride in the drop in the snow with the heat on
Get to the paper, that sh*t that we be on
[This sh*t be fire?], record it
Hit from the back and she throw it
I got this drink on me, po'in
I got this cash, I'm a throw it
I got this gas, I'm a blow it
Flight to the A and i'm zonin
These n*ggas hating, you know it
[?] Mercedes, you know it

Bad lil b*tch, [?]
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Fill up your crib with some hot rounds
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These n*ggas be faggots, they not with the static
Go get em a Oscar these n*ggas some actors
sh*t hit the fan, they be playin the victim
They gon press charges, you can't even hit 'em
So I dont do beef with 'em, [?]
Do what you want when you want when you winnin
How you gon hate me but wish you could be me?
These n*ggas worse than some b*tches, they creepy
That's my lil boo so I put her in GiGi's
I cannot f*ck with no b*tch that be sneaky
Ran up a sack and I make it look easy
I'm in the trap with the strap rockin DG
This for the streets, all my n*ggas they gettin it
Play with that paper, they thought it was printed
Slide in the Porsche makin plays out in traffic
The fabric I dab in, the sh*t came from Paris
This lil b*tch with me, the b*tch came from Denmark
Ain't bout no money, dafuq am I here for?
Pour'd on a plane got the drink through the airport
Pulled up [?], gotta through the rear door
Hol up'
I been the realest one here since the get go
That's why my ex's and hoes can't let go
I got sum n*ggas gon shoot cause I said so
Lil bro
I'm rockin Amiri's, and I'm rockin Christian's
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Toss up a perky, I'm lovin the feelin'
Light up a blunt, [?] feelin