Yeah (Bricks fees)
You know it’s comin’ in like twenty-six
But you know what I’m sayin’
I’ma throw six on there, so, so it’s gon’ be thirty-two to you
You know
A bitch could never play me, you know what I’m sayin’
Because I switch bitches just like I-
Switch keys, GT3 is six speed
Transportation cost, I taxed them on the brick fees
Gotta watch the way you stack that bread, might get your Swiz’ cheesed
They wanna bury Fred, I’m never scared, ’cause niggas bleed
Fuckin’ up the kitchen, scrape the pot it’s stickin’ yeah
Payers fee ain’t get him there, book him with that blicky, yeah
I’m from where you was killin’ for Jordans if you ain’t get a pair
My hits ain’t no attempts in murder, and I ain’t sendin’ that
Yo, I ain’t sendin’ that
Me and Diego was too broke to hit the club we was robbin’
We sent the bitch in there (We sent the bitch in there)
Said, what he spinnin’ now (What he spinnin’ now)
These hoes’ll snatch a rapper room keys
Mob through the lobby, we brought the stick in here
Nominated, investigated, it’s simultaneous
Soul janky, you gotta make quarter arranges to see my babies
Most the homies backdooring, and hoein’, they wanna snake me
All this Draco talk, I put hella bodies on this three-eighty, yeah
Ain’t had no strap, I let him hold mine
It’s funny, I got locked up, I couldn’t get niggas on the phone, when I had phone time
Then I dug a gold mine (Dug a gold mine)
Eighteen years, been droppin’ jewels, bitch
And bet any nigga ain’t never stole mine
I weren’t no killer, but they pushed me
Just breathin’ deep, it squeeze, don’t close your eyes, or you a pussy
The Devil sent the Reaper to my door, but he never took me
I sent him back with double smoke, the blunt, and said “Good luck and fuck your bitch”, and then I-
Switch keys, GT3 a six speed
Pimp shit, fuck her once, fuck a bitch needs
Fuck a feature, pussy nigga, keep your sixteen
I’m flippin’ bitches in the Bentley with the flip screen
Nigga gettin’ this chicken up, fuck that, fake rap love
This rabbit gang, we ain’t clickin’ up
Big Lord, I’m the reason why the young niggas throw the three fingers up
What you know about takin’ out a whole gang, fuckin’ all the members up?
Call God, and I’ll send them up, yeah
Six speed, fuckin’ on the mix breed, yeah
In the six speed, tell me what the bitch need, yeah
Check-check, six speed, fuckin’ on the mix breed, yeah
Transportation cost, I taxed them on the brick fees
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Nigga)
Nigga play with my name, gotta switch my game, gotta switch my flows again
Fuckin’ on one of these Insta thots, finna crash out with these Os again
Nigga be steadily dissin’ me, doin’ the most so I can notice him
Momma view your body, I bet she relapse on that dope again
It’s timeout for the weak shit, I been slow cookin’ this beef shit
Give a fuck, nigga, on defense
Throwin’ white flags like yellow tape, white sheet shit
Made him switch it up, he was on tour, rockin’ cheap shit
Niggas diamonds ain’t dancin’, mine tear the club up like Three-Six
Too blessed to fuck with this street shit
Another death come with this street shit
This Mafia, insane City, this T shit
I let all Lord stay at my crib, I smoke G shit
Used to sneakin’ work into the city, now he wanna sneak diss
Tried to take Kyrie under my wing, I tried to sit him down
Free my nigga Eggo, we fucked up when he brought Chris around
All the Lords are not your homies, us who showed me most them niggas clout chasers
Small said he was gon’ violate me, bitch, you ain’t got that kind of paper
Fent ball, rollin’, opp pack I’m smokin’
I’ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can’t control it
Pop a nigga seven days a week, but you easy Sunday mornin’
With holes all in your church clothes, made her scream out “Holy moly”
You a dick rider, you a dick sucker, fuck nigga keep on chokin’
‘Bout to fuck a hoe in her lil’ church clothes, make her scream out “Holy moly”
Rest in peace to lil’ Zody, know you in Heaven still lowkey
I’ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can’t control them, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I’ma flip the renegade rap at the top of the mob, they can’t control them
Rest in peace to lil’ Zody, know you in Heaven still lowkey
