Lyrics

[Verse 1: 8ig 8] Man she sucking and slurping for dollars Yea she got a problem, she fuckin his partners She ain't got manners, she do it on camera Shit I got no manners, I fuck her on cameras I turn on the lights and get in position Roll up some opps and pour me some liquor Slide with my niggas, got birds in position They ready for shipments, some packed with extensions Straight to the trenches, den head on the road I'm straight bout my business, I get this shit gone What do you know, ain't have food on the stove So cook on the stove, L-O-A-D cook up so more Roll up some dope when I reach my views Shit you know the lingo, you know how we move You talk down on L-O-A-D, he upping his tool He carry like 2, he bussin a few [Verse 2: VxNDxTTA] Yeah, I'll do a feature for you if you serious Way i see it I'm just spreading my presence Hit my DM nigga Imma get to it The beat butcher, chop the flow up in sections Lame niggas thinking they really rappin Lil niggas chasing clout I ain't cappin Don't get too cocky just when he think he flexin That be the moment that I pop up and check him I be the type to get money And pull up on some of the nonbelievers If you want to be difficult I put the order to fix my lil problem On out this evening Get the call you went down this evening I'm a bully no way around it Nigga I told yo bitch I'm some kind of ungodly demon I'm a sinner by nature If say by any means That's mean tell bro that we breaking even [Hook: $hadow6] Aye, had me dream I got rich so like fuck it I put shit in gold no discussion, aye I ain't scared of no ghost, turn your ass to a ghost Lucid dream with your bitch when we fucking, aye It's a reason you mad, cause a nigga got bag If you feeling the need come and touch it, aye I duff his ass no discussion, aye I got too much lil drip David Ruffin, aye [Verse 3: $hadow6] Life go on so nah I can't trip that bag Hell nah I ain't fall on my knees No Kaepernick coming from me You captain ass niggas since birth, you got cradle capping Still tax 1600 for Ps, ain't changing with me Less my pockets make sense, jingaling Told her suck dick with no teeth Imaging lil bitch like you outside just chasing your dreams My momma was birthed by a queen What you thought dummy ass nigga, her son ain't a king? Bitch I still got sauce on my teeth, I smile And take me a picture, you hating on me Deliver some smoke like it some pizza Knocking this 40 inside of your crib, is you home? Eat like I need provolone But got my head focus and my pockets stuff, It's so long [Verse 4: Johnny5] Yo, I be out in the field while y'all in the bleachers Brodie be off it, he got his own reasons Watch how you walk it, my niggas will tweak ya Why they be talking, I'm leaving em speckless I just might double the stash though I noticed y'all coming in last bro And the difference between me and you Is they say I'm the truth and I notice the facts, woah Ok I came up from nothing, so now I be stunting These people won't speak on my name Imma just gone run up this money, this shit looking dummy Can't wait till I bust down a chain They only come thru when its sunny, but y'all wasn't for me So fuck it I stuck in my lane I think they assume I got lucky, I ball like I'm Stuckey I'm shooting, it's 50, no range (Bow) [Hook: $hadow6] Aye, had me dream I got rich so like fuck it I put shit in gold no discussion, aye I ain't scared of no ghost, turn your ass to a ghost Lucid dream with your bitch when we fucking, aye It's a reason you mad, cause a nigga got bag If you feeling the need come and touch it, aye I duff his ass no discussion, aye I got too much lil drip David Ruffin, aye