Lyrics

[hook] Ain't no label turn me up, it was vacuum seals and bales I made clienteles and sales I'm talking blood, sweat, and sales I'm still shell shocked up, that's a gun shot smell I got a halo on my head, come from grandma's prayers I took a loss and shook back So I know bout a fail I be running to the money, pockets stuffed with the kale I be front door service, I don't fuck with the mail They gave the right one paper, now my haters getting scared [verse] I'm just getting started, I don't do the most Press a button I get ya ghost His net worth my pockеt gross My neck hurt, three chains or mo' Too stiff, can't get close I won't strеss, I been chose This AMG a Benzo I get best top from nymphos I'm out of here they been slow My neck and wrist a light show She fine but not my type tho Wok and pies, sip it slow My pockets stuff from sellin bows I look like I'm doing shows I keep up with made ones I brush shoulders with the stars I sold sacks on boulevard In that trap I been a god I caught plays in rental cars It come to smoke, not new to wars Ain't no mystery in my history Wasn't no saint, I came from sinnin Going ass out was a menace [hook] Ain't no label turn me up, it was vacuum seals and bales I made clienteles and sales I'm talking blood, sweat, and sales I'm still shell shocked up, that's a gun shot smell I got a halo on my head, come from grandma's prayers I took a loss and shook back So I know bout a fail I be running to the money, pockets stuffed with the kale I be front door service, I don't fuck with the mail They gave the right one paper, now my haters getting scared [verse] Just need an addy I can send em All I know is vacuum sealin Place your order I can fill it I got flavors like dispensaries Come to psychics bet they mention me I like to pop on mini mes I'm rocking rocks they envy me Give me my props I been a beast I tint the [?] it's hard to see Inside the whip it's LSD I launch mode and need for speed I'm rolling 4s, I love the weed I love to flex, I run through G's Take what from who? I bet I squeeze They know I'm buckin, this shit ain't easy I get messy, I'm a heathen I still shine I know it hurt I'm big timin, I got work I trap and rhyme, you want a verse? Fo' 25 I broke the curse So keep tryin, that shit din't work I'm buying diamonds cuz it hurt I'm a giant out the dirt [hook] Ain't no label turn me up, it was vacuum seals and bales I made clienteles and sales I'm talking blood, sweat, and sales I'm still shell shocked up, that's a gun shot smell I got a halo on my head, come from grandma's prayers I took a loss and shook back So I know bout a fail I be running to the money, pockets stuffed with the kale I be front door service, I don't fuck with the mail They gave the right one paper, now my haters getting scared