We got drama, no conversation, conversation They send threats and we've been waiting Cause we got texts for situations No respect for niggas who's hating Got that check, bust down baby We give head and go crazy We get bread and go crazy

Glizzy on my lap, I'm strapped, that's no brainer Dark juice pouring in my cup, no chaser Ooh, she bad, I want a rep, but no baby Where they all spend money at, it's no stayin

Yo, if we got beef, I go and fix that Sold out shows, I bring the bag back Bitch ass niggas, we don't have that I look at your face like who you mad at If I got weed, then we can all smoke If she bring a friend, then nigga both choke You rap about money, but why you always broke? Why your flights ain't first if you was movin coke? Glizzy on my lap, all black, license to carry that Used to be engaged to the streets Make a money mindin my business like I'm supposed to do Don Don, Rick Dice, Payne, who the fuck are you?

Glizzy on my lap, I'm strapped, that's no brainer Dark juice pourin in my cup, no chaser Ooh, she bad, I wore the rubber, no baby Way I spend money, you think it's no savings

If we got beef, it ain't no convos Empty the clip, get hit in convos Fuck that bitch, then fuck her tonsils She too loud, the room ain't sound good I swear this lifestyle too powerful Got too many hooks, throw in the towel Running man, how I hit that running man c hundred bands, a whole lot of hundred bands

Lizzy on my lap, I'm strapped, that's no brainer Dark juice pouring in my cup, no chaser Ooh, she bad, I wore the rubber, no baby Way I spend money, you think it's no saving Let's go Ooh, nah, nah, we

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