Go
Long live my brother, he prolly killed your bitch-ass brother
Diss on Jeff, get your ass left
Still'll kill for the check, ain't shit change, bitch
(Bankroll)
Go, I guess the last time wasn't enough
Niggas wanna make these songs and call my phone and whoop just like they tough
I'll drop another ten, make my shorty 'nem spin on a nigga tryna call my bluff
And by the way, I'm rich as fuck
The last two niggas, they shit outta luck
Wanna rap about different shit, but my mind right now too stuck up in the trenches
But fuck it, since we talkin' 'bout rich
I spent at least like eighty on Percs and Tris
My momma, she hate it, she rather me vent
I ain't doin' that bitch-ass shit
Slap in my clip and tap my switch
And fuck a Vec, Q50 had Kriss
(50 had Kriss)
Go
Don't want your kit if it's fake
AP too froze, can't tell the time, these big-ass diamonds in the face
Ask about Q50, bitch, I got bodies and got pape
Ain't had no road, I looked up to Tay
Give no fucks 'bout a bitch, talkin' 'bout she late
I can't repent, I did too much
I had my brother in my arms when he died
I said "Lil Jeff, bitch, please stay here"
For Scoom and Z, I get niggas touched
I'm goin' out blowin' before I be sittin'
Clickin' up with the rap, man you niggas finished
I know get back ain't got no time, but you niggas ain't tryin', y'all ain't even attemptin'
'Bout my respect, I'll slide, I'll risk it
Big bro 'nem steady tellin' me "You the ticket"
Calls from my label, stay tellin' me "Chill, rappers scared to link 'cause you takin' pendants"
This shit fell right in my hand, I got one chance and nigga, I'm takin' advantage
Pillow talkin' to these hoes, keep sayin' my name, you niggas pathetic
I'm tryna get Scarface rich and have a few kids with a pretty bitch, travel the ???
I call 'em sluts, Von call 'em legs
In the D with a switch, with Dugg and Quez
How much you gon' charge ???
Young vet, at twenty I earned my respect
Ain't shit change, still'll kill for the check
Long talks with Gee, big bro say I'm next
Go, I guess the last time wasn't enough
Niggas wanna make these songs and call my phone and whoop just like they tough
I'll drop another ten, make my shorty 'nem spin on a nigga tryna call my bluff
And by the way, I'm rich as fuck
The last two niggas, they shit outta luck
Wanna rap about different shit, but my mind right now too stuck up in the trenches
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