Uh
If you want me then keep it a stack
I keep all of the guns in the back
I been working I'm back in the trap
Yeah I know that they hate me for that
New whip yeah I painted it black, Uh
I aint even pay you for that
And you aint no militant nigga I'm sorry
So you aint even making it back
I an no shooter, but I'll do ya
All my niggas, they got rugers
They gon aim for your medulla
I got money, I got mula
Said she f*cking with my swag, bitch back up bitch i dont tutor
See the money, see the pack we gon ship it through the uber
Spend that money, get it back
He got money for her wig, got him running like its track
Keep that money, keep a stack
I'm in first you niggas wack
He gon keep on chirping, next nigga in that hearse we get him wacked
She at my crib she saying she having fun my niggas carry guns
AR-15 bitch this a heavy one lil bitch come get you one
You need a pack, go hit up my nigga Juan that nigga get ya done
And I aint gon say shit, yo as aint getting off that nigga got fentanyl
I got diamonds in my arm, no we cannot make a song
We gon pull up with our speakers loud, we dont get along
We gon smoke it out the bong, she gon pull up with her thong
We gon shoot it out the, we gon shoot it out the car
We got gas we got bars, if you wanna go to mars
I aint working, Ima fraud if you tryna be a star
Be like me you get no tax, all my diamonds VVS
Watch em shine like we the best
Got this chain all on my neck
You went brought a hoodie you needed a vest
Scratch that, now that I think about it real shooter dont aim at your chest
Real shooters we aim at ya neck, hi tec really game with the tech
Real shooters we be playing basketball, nigga we really aim for the net
If you really bout it then show me you with it
Give you a glock and I tell you go get it
If you gotta get it then you gotta hit shit, big shit, hit his big ass with a hit stick
Them bullets they hollow they take off his lipstick
She ride the dick like a motherf*ckin ripstik
Me and the gang we always be first going up, you know that its always some big shit
Uh
If you want me then keep it a stack
I keep all of the guns in the back
I been working I'm back in the trap
Yeah I know that they hate me for that
New whip yeah I painted it black, Uh
I aint even pay you for that
And you aint no militant nigga I'm sorry
So you aint even making it back
I an no shooter, but I'll do ya
All my niggas, they got rugers
They gon aim for your medulla
I got money, I got mula
Said she f*cking with my swag, bitch back up bitch i dont tutor
See the money, see the pack we gon ship it through the uber
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Uh
If you want me then keep it a stack
I keep all of the guns in the back
I been working I'm back in the trap
Yeah I know that they hate me for that
New whip yeah I painted it black, Uh
I aint even pay you for that
And you aint no militant nigga I'm sorry
So you aint even making it back
I an no shooter, but I'll do ya
All my niggas, they got rugers
They gon aim for your medulla
I got money, I got mula
Said she f*cking with my swag, bitch back up bitch i dont tutor
See the money, see the pack we gon ship it through the uber
Spend that money, get it back
He got money for her wig, got him running like its track
Keep that money, keep a stack
I'm in first you niggas wack
He gon keep on chirping, next nigga in that hearse we get him wacked
She at my crib she saying she having fun my niggas carry guns
AR-15 bitch this a heavy one lil bitch come get you one
You need a pack, go hit up my nigga Juan that nigga get ya done
And I aint gon say shit, yo as aint getting off that nigga got fentanyl
I got diamonds in my arm, no we cannot make a song
We gon pull up with our speakers loud, we dont get along
We gon smoke it out the bong, she gon pull up with her thong
We gon shoot it out the, we gon shoot it out the car
We got gas we got bars, if you wanna go to mars
I aint working, Ima fraud if you tryna be a star
Be like me you get no tax, all my diamonds VVS
Watch em shine like we the best
Got this chain all on my neck
You went brought a hoodie you needed a vest
Scratch that, now that I think about it real shooter dont aim at your chest
Real shooters we aim at ya neck, hi tec really game with the tech
Real shooters we be playing basketball, nigga we really aim for the net
If you really bout it then show me you with it
Give you a glock and I tell you go get it
If you gotta get it then you gotta hit shit, big shit, hit his big ass with a hit stick
Them bullets they hollow they take off his lipstick
She ride the dick like a motherf*ckin ripstik
Me and the gang we always be first going up, you know that its always some big shit
Uh
If you want me then keep it a stack
I keep all of the guns in the back
I been working I'm back in the trap
Yeah I know that they hate me for that
New whip yeah I painted it black, Uh
I aint even pay you for that
And you aint no militant nigga I'm sorry
So you aint even making it back
I an no shooter, but I'll do ya
All my niggas, they got rugers
They gon aim for your medulla
I got money, I got mula
Said she f*cking with my swag, bitch back up bitch i dont tutor
See the money, see the pack we gon ship it through the uber
If you want me then keep it a stack
I keep all of the guns in the back
I been working I'm back in the trap
Yeah I know that they hate me for that
New whip yeah I painted it black, Uh
I aint even pay you for that
And you aint no militant nigga I'm sorry
So you aint even making it back
I an no shooter, but I'll do ya
All my niggas, they got rugers
They gon aim for your medulla
I got money, I got mula
Said she f*cking with my swag, bitch back up bitch i dont tutor
See the money, see the pack we gon ship it through the uber
Spend that money, get it back
He got money for her wig, got him running like its track
Keep that money, keep a stack
I'm in first you niggas wack
He gon keep on chirping, next nigga in that hearse we get him wacked
She at my crib she saying she having fun my niggas carry guns
AR-15 bitch this a heavy one lil bitch come get you one
You need a pack, go hit up my nigga Juan that nigga get ya done
And I aint gon say shit, yo as aint getting off that nigga got fentanyl
I got diamonds in my arm, no we cannot make a song
We gon pull up with our speakers loud, we dont get along
We gon smoke it out the bong, she gon pull up with her thong
We gon shoot it out the, we gon shoot it out the car
We got gas we got bars, if you wanna go to mars
I aint working, Ima fraud if you tryna be a star
Be like me you get no tax, all my diamonds VVS
Watch em shine like we the best
Got this chain all on my neck
You went brought a hoodie you needed a vest
Scratch that, now that I think about it real shooter dont aim at your chest
Real shooters we aim at ya neck, hi tec really game with the tech
Real shooters we be playing basketball, nigga we really aim for the net
If you really bout it then show me you with it
Give you a glock and I tell you go get it
If you gotta get it then you gotta hit shit, big shit, hit his big ass with a hit stick
Them bullets they hollow they take off his lipstick
She ride the dick like a motherf*ckin ripstik
Me and the gang we always be first going up, you know that its always some big shit
Uh
If you want me then keep it a stack
I keep all of the guns in the back
I been working I'm back in the trap
Yeah I know that they hate me for that
New whip yeah I painted it black, Uh
I aint even pay you for that
And you aint no militant nigga I'm sorry
So you aint even making it back
I an no shooter, but I'll do ya
All my niggas, they got rugers
They gon aim for your medulla
I got money, I got mula
Said she f*cking with my swag, bitch back up bitch i dont tutor
See the money, see the pack we gon ship it through the uber
Writer: Cashemir Coates
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid