Lyrics
More bills
I’m less chill
More work
let’s scurt
More fans
I’m hot damn
Like I’m off a x and percs
Pussy comes and it goes
Word to rob these bitches burnt
Tippin the scale
diamonds come up from the mother Fucking dirt
Jimmy just me you the worst
This ain’t a show
But you immersed
on a high I never learn
This the dream No Hakeem
I been taking shots like it’s 93
I ain’t falling off tho Krillin just threw me a zenzu bean
Please dont check on me
I been whilin
you just typing on yo screen
Everyone around me knows
Ima fuckin a fiend
Hittin that bitch from the Backend
Need some gas so I tapped in
I can’t go if they taxin
Never gonna cheese I’m lactose
Bitch I know I’m an asshole
Nah can’t fuck with a fat hoe
Found out quick that the bitch slow
Yeah I bet her life is a shit show
Now you know why I can’t go
But you know jig will still hit tho
Paid Nigga, I’ll still pull a kicked door
Making money but I’m still in the mix though
How you ballin, Nigga still Hittin licks bro
Back in the day I was stealing and robbing
But now I ain’t stealing for shit
They say I be high, no I ain’t high
And I’m all in the field with that bitch
And he sent some shots but he never hit
So now ima kill that bitch
Ima slam em like Shaq with this 32
I feel like O’Neal in this bitch
Niggas ain’t opps they bitches
I put that shit in they face
Why you pop out with them snitches
Cause granny know Jigga don’t play
Same lil place we gon meet
Be the same lil place he gon lay
And I can’t even speak on a Nigga but
Shh
Got hit in the face
Ballin real hard no race
And I’m blowin her back out
They know I’m rolling
Yeah they really be like jigga chill
They know ima crash out
Ain’t got no worries for these niggas
I really be chillin
So what is they mad bout
See I live my life like the bases loaded ninth inning
and we on the last out
Dipping to dodges
I’m high as a rocket
I’m finna go get me some chips
They say that they sliddin
they chicken like dodges
I know they ain’t sliddin on shit
They dummies they funny
we see them they runnin
You know they don’t ride with no sticks
They fumble Im comin
I’m dumpin they runnin
I still fall in love with my Blick
This one for them shorties
Shouts out to my Brodies
She let me hit that ass
And she ain’t even know me
If we roam we loaded
223s and 40s
My homies say I never pass I shoot that bitch like Kobe
