(Whydah don't trust them)
(Okay, Okeo, let's get it)
Uh, drip nasty, I'm gettin' money
Chain go through 5% tint when it's sunny
Put my heart away, so please, don't love me, yeah
Went the harder way, so please, don't judge me, yeah
Shut the fuck up, Draco swing like nunchucks
My son richer than you, J2 got a trust fund
Everywhere I go it's Zs up, 'cause I'm a zombie
All night flight, sleep up when it's sunny
Had to get his bucks up, they talkin' like they own him
He listen to no one, nobody control him
My lil' ho from Chiraq, put everythin' on foe'nem
Yeah, I play my cards right, I know when to fool them, yeah
If I ain't gettin' paid, I'm not seein' no club
Everythin' standin' in my way is gettin' crushed
Threesome with two dimes, easily a dub
Yeah, easily, mm, yeah
Did that time in jail like it's nothing
Say I got a warrant, I ride with killers on the run
Uh, we do all the scorin', so we punt
Don't really like to kick it, but my chain ching-chong
Hustlin', I put all this work in for this shit I did
Ain't doin' no hatin', I fucked 'round and got rich
And the ghost closed the curtains, I pulled up with your bitch
Kut Da Fan On
Yeah, nigga, my clip look like banana, I'll peel some
Let a nigga disrespect my manner, I'm gon' drill some
I dig a hole and go put a nigga in one
I score when they foul me, I'm ballin' and one, yeah
I'm picky who I kiss, 'cause these bitches gon' tell
Gettin' chips, puttin' cheese on the beef, Rotel
Love for my fans everytime they showin' up
I ain't dropped in years, I feel like I owe them
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