Lyrics

Nigga tryna check on me, go check your wealth Go check your wealth Riding around with some that make your body melt Your body melt I'm just tryna change me for my new self For my new self This street shit all up in my bones, I can't even help See, it's just you, G-lock, and me, bitch, I can't see nobody else We getting that paper in for the fun, see you the type, go play with guns, go kill yourself My dog the champion, the working back seats, you ain't seen a belt Tryna be like a shark, should've been yourself Drop a bag on his head, now it's critical health See, I've been popping shit since show and tеll that nigga right here hell Grandma in hеr wheelchair, still breaking down bails Hopping off the boat to swim, no sail Sealing up a pack, making sure it don't fail I know some of my dogs, they went straight to heaven And some of my dogs, they went straight to hell, fuck Infinity pool, balcony top, yeah, I live this shit Go cut your ears off, nigga, don't wanna hear Gon' still hear this shit Nigga talking about that rider, bitch Who ain't gon' leave when you're broke, man, that's a joke She think spreading that pussy on me, gon' give me hope (Nope) Nigga tryna check on me, go check your wealth Go check your wealth Riding around with some that make your body melt Your body melt I'm just tryna change me for my new self For my new self This street shit all up in my bones, I can't even help See, it's just you G-lock, and me, bitch, I can't see nobody else We getting that paper in for the fun See, you the type, go play with guns, go kill yourself My dog, the champion, the working back seats You ain't seen a belt Tryna be like a shark, shoulda been yourself Drop her back on his head, now it's critical health See, they like how I put that shit together, Mr. Make-A-Place See, she like how I put that shit on, put that drip on every day See, even when it's light, I put some sweats on, fit still cost 2K I match the products with the drip, design the step or make shit quick I'm smoking solo with Lil quan, you know that's Mr. 308 Your bitch wanna come hang with a don, cause she just wanna know how it taste I let her decorate the crib, that bitch had bought a Louis Vase You come hang around some nigga that real, you gon' see how these niggas fake Nigga tryna check on me, go check your wealth Go check your wealth Riding around with some that make your body melt Your body melt I'm just tryna change me for my new self For my new self This street shit all up in my bones, I can't even help See, it's just you G-lockin' me, bitch, I can't see nobody else We gettin' that paper in for the fun, see you the type go play with guns, go kill yourself My dawg the champion, the workin' back, see, she ain't seen the belt Tryna be like a shark, shoulda been yourself Drop her back on his head, now it's critical health