MSR

Lyrics

[Verse 1 ?] It's crazy how I make my money flip I go out with a ten, come back with a hundred strips I sell drugs in this bitch, come and get your unc a fix I'm so plugged on the six, I get a nigga hit OK Let's get it cracking then, [?] I only talk in third person, 'cause I vacume seal shit Playing roles on a song, like I'm acting, Will Smith I got hoes who'll hit the road and ride with real bricks Got a chopper that'll split you, this bitch got the longest clip Run up on me like you dumb, and let the news, I let it rip [?] your bitch, y'all ain't fucking with my clique Oh, you got a Rollie on? [?] glewed all on your wrist [Chorus ?] I got my reader in my writer I got my Glock and my fire I got my wood and my lighter And wе finna light this bitch on fire I got my reader in my writеr I got my Glock and my fire I got my wood and my lighter And we finna light this bitch on fire [Verse 2 ?] Don't call me Band Man, I don't know you niggas Ask me for change, and I might bro you, nigga [?] pussy [?] [?] still stolen [?] rolling, nigga Mr. Dumps in this bitch Throw 20 plus at your bitch Throw 20 plus at the plug Then I fuck around and rob the plug They ain't even seen it coming, blew a whole hundred Nigga, they ain't even see me coming Got a bitch in Kentucky A bitch in [?] One black, one hunky But they bring back that money Shit hot, but I'm sitll on Different rout, mama telling me to chill out But mama, I'm cursed I got my reader and my writer, I'm finna put these hoes to work Work work work [Chorus ?] I got my reader in my writer I got my Glock and my fire I got my wood and my lighter And we finna light this bitch on fire I got my reader in my writer I got my Glock and my fire I got my wood and my lighter And we finna light this bitch on fire [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] Got my rental and my driver Shit hitting, we might pull an all nighter Tore down the store, this shit fire And I only use one car, on the bible What a feeling, I got ten receipts Your shit declining, come fuck with me My pieces hitting, all the shit was free We the reason that shit hot [?] [?] my name was [?] Sit in the car, got two bitches working Knock her pay if she ain't driving perfect Man, that bitch fired, she was hardly working [Chorus ?] I got my reader in my writer I got my Glock and my fire I got my wood and my lighter And we finna light this bitch on fire I got my reader in my writer I got my Glock and my fire I got my wood and my lighter And we finna light this bitch on fire