Lyrics

Aye Aye, aye, aye Ave I'm a drug addict gotta have it I'm shooting with this rocket, feel like I'm Hakeem Lil' bro got a shot, he feel like Danny Green He'll hit you from the corner and that's by any means (Three pointer) Soon as I put my coat on, tuck it in my Jeans Hit a new bitch off the honey, tryna break her spleen Like, why you posting on the 'Gram? You tryna make a scene? You know it's death before dishonor, ain't nothin' in between (Lovaltv) Killed the opp on Ramadan, he had to break his Deen (Damn) Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah Hunnid thousand on this car Bitch. I'm John Gotti, got the same moves as the mob Put your brains on the wall Put in pain for my dawgs Walk a n**** down, I ain't gon' lie I kinda jogged Bitch, I'm so up you'll need a telescope Fuck these opps n***** 'cause they hella broke Them n***** broke If ain't make it with this rap shit I'd be sellin' coke Take vacation shit and never post I can't post that bitch, wake up to mimosa shit I been crossed my some n***** that I was the closest with So when you tell a n**** that you love him, I hope it's this I hope it's loyalty Glock got a 30 clip, n****, I'm focused, bitch I'm gettin' motion sick I'm on a yacht with two bad bitches Same n***** said I wouldn't, now they ass kissin' 'Thottie' went number won, so I could brag different Can't played the hood everyday 'cause my bag different No new friends, my n***** been around Lil run on his way, he knock like ten down She said she love it when I choke her while she pinned down Shawty was a six, her body done, a ten NOW Is you mad 'cause you broke? (Is you? Is you? Or is you broke 'cause you mad? Bitches wasn't checkin' for me when I was doin' bad Just bought another watch when I could've bought a Jag' All these n***** watchin' me, I'm thinkin' that they fags I think that bitch regular, you think that bitch bad (She regular) Blood, sweat, and tears, ask about me, i've been through hell and back Dissin' on the dead, now you dead, gon' Head tell 'em that Ask about the last opp we caught, got his melon cracked We the ones that catch them rappers lackin' and we sell it back Man, these rap n***** weak, they scared to be around me I'm shooting with this rocket, feel like I'm Hakeem Lil' bro got a shotty, feel like Danny Green He'll hit you from the corner and that's by any means That's a three pointer Soon as I put my coat on, tuck it in my jeans Hit a new bitch off the honey, tryna break her spleen Like, why you posted on the 'Gram? You tryna make a scene? You know it's death before dishonor, ain't nothin' in between (Loyalty) Killed the opp on Ramadan, he had to break his Deen Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah A Hunnid thousand on this car Hunnid thousand on this car Now, who want it with the squad? We the motherfuckin' mob, n**** We the motherfuckin', gang