Now I
Pull up suicide
Fuck with us and let them bullets fly
Leave 'em dead now it's a homicide
Take it easy, they wanna take all my time
Fuck it I'm living it up and I'm taking this money and shine
Baby you good for nothin' I'm taking your whole ways and ties
Wanted your love and body you know that I'm one of a kind yea
Shawty I feel like a addict, I'm on a addy smoking and feeling fanatic
YSL on me is tatted, boy that's for life streets on my back automatic
Grace ya mine you know you the baddest
Bitch I'm don I'm making it happen
I switch it up now we talking 'bout bucks, you can get what you want now I'm making it happen
I'm going up I ain't climbing the ladder
If ain't money I don't gotta chatter
My pockets on full and I'm making 'em fatter
I spent on a bitch and I'm making her badder
Getting this money is making it sadder
Double my cup and it's cutting my bladder
I put on my niggas on go with the batter they pockets got fatter we climbin' the ladder
No
Swerve in the coupe I'm sad and drinking on alcohol
And I
Burn out the wheel ain't got no rim it's takin' off
She like
Things all on my mind they keep on breakin' out
Now I
Pull up suicide
Fuck with us and let them bullets fly
Leave 'em dead now it's a homicide
And I
I can't be your number nine
Baby I see angels on my mind
So make it righteous, clear my demons
On the road huh, ouuu sippin' on alcohol huh
Young nigga sippin' on alcohol huh
Fallen angel
Let's go!
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