Pop them tags (Pop pop)
I got the stash (I got the stash)
Say they with me till the end now where they at
Don't hit my line when you still up in them rags
First I kill em with the kindness, got them mags tho
F*cking wit me like, how I do this every night
Got them jordans on a flight
Sippin liquor, f*ck a pint
Circle small like M&Ms, call that splitting dividends
Take a baddie home for likes, but she gotta go home tonight yeah
Come from the bottom the streets everybody be packin' a nine
I ain't trippin' bout a bitch if she got it I want it I know that she f*ckin with mine
Everybody bout to get it, I'm under pressure I ain't talkin' bout going to dive
But I be drippin' got hunnid degrees way I got heat got me melting the ice
I do not care bout yo bitch (It's nothin)
She still gone suck on a tip (Quit frontin')
I do not care bout ya bag (I don't)
Focused on me gettin' rich (Yeah)
I do not care bout yo bitch (It's nothin)
She still gone suck on a tip (Quit frontin')
I do not care bout ya bag (I don't)
Focused on me gettin' rich (Yeah)
I feel under pressure, I move like vendetta
I kill em all dead, I keep em in check
I got the red eye, my brother said I'm smoking too much
But just give me a sec
Mind of a Jedi, she gave me head
I'm feeling her lip, now she gone give me neck
Ain't no rat but I'm gettin' that feta
Ain't nobody just me and these checks
And I came out the whip with the gas and I'm sippin' on drank but this shit ain't last
And I Pull up with the crew, only six, that's my pack
Ten toes down, got me feeling like tic tac
All my haters get invited
I can hear em gettin' quiet
Only care about the lana
Bad bitches don't be exciting
I do not care bout yo bitch (It's nothin)
She still gone suck on a tip (Quit frontin')
I do not care bout ya bag (I don't)
Focused on me gettin' rich (Yeah)
I do not care bout yo bitch (It's nothin)
She still gone suck on a tip (Quit frontin')
I do not care bout ya bag (I don't)
Focused on me gettin' rich (Yeah)