Lyrics
Fucc you niggas know about staying down til you get some money?
Uh
What you know about being broke, nigga?
Staccin this money and flipping it
Fuccin these bitches, my hustle ridiculous
Nigga want smoke, I don’t settle no differences
Got a big chop, it can hit you from distances
I might just slow that shit down for some emphasis
I just might be the best around, I’m infinite
Big ol baccwood and you know it got hemp in it
I did this shit from the ground and you witnessed it
I get shit started but also I finish it
It ain’t nothin to form a few sentences
It ain’t nothin to silence the witnesses
Cause with silence, there comes a few benefits
Die if you try, you gone lie where the fishes is
You can’t run, you can’t hide, what the business is?
All our paper gone fly, we got businesses
With this rap, I’m a god, I feel limitless
Way I run this shit, I feel like Emmitt Smith
No I don’t got no time to be kiccin it
I pop out at your spot, they gone ticcet it
If I pull out this Glocc, then I’m fliccin it
I heard them boys says they wanted mayhem (oh yeah)
Loadin up this Drake I’m like okay then, huh huh
Staccin up these bleus, I hang with made men (ooh yeah)
Trappin from the pm to the am (yeah yeah)
I heard them boys says they wanted mayhem (oh yeah)
Load this new FN I’m like okay then, huh huh
Staccin up these bleus, I hang with made men (ooh yeah)
Trappin from the pm to the am (yeah yeah)