All about money
Y'all niggas not fuckin' wit' me, nigga
I'm the face of this shit
Uh-huh
Grahh
We gon' go gun for gun (Gun)
Word to bro, but there's no one on ones
We tryna bag it for me and son
Poncho, that nigga punching my lungs
Jay5ive tryna diss, he don't know I'm posted on his strip
Welcome home, we gon' do you like Rip
G-3, this should be matching my fit
So they linkin up with the Gz? I'mma blitz (Die Y)
Y'all don't know about most of my hits
I'm like all of the gunners run Rick
SDot raw, I took them off my list
I got touched, but them niggas got touched too
Poke out come out, niggas cut you
Why you told me you was smoking on Diddy, I rushed you
If you jacking G-6, word to bro then it's fuck you
They don't wanna get me mad
Before I drive, I think about my dad
Upped it, and I had them running like flash
My bullets really play tag
See the sweeper, he can't get a bag
That's the opps, who watch the funeral lash
AJ dumb, how the fuck did he crash?
We gon' go gun for gun
Word to bro, but there's no one on ones
We tryna bag it for me and son
Poncho, that nigga punching my lungs
Jay5ive tryna diss, he don't know I'm posted on his strip
Welcome home, we gon' do you like Rip
G-3, this should be matching my fit
Dies missing they flight
They gotta go get right
2016, shit we been through the bike
Masked up, tryna take a nigga life
Free Dot, brody up top
I'mma send a couple kites
OGz the fuck up, free the real rights
D&D, forever gon' scythe
We gon' go gun for gun
Word to bro, but there's no one on ones
We tryna bag it for me and son
Poncho, that nigga punching my lungs
Jay5ive tryna diss, he don't know I'm posted on his strip
Welcome home, we gon' do you like Rip
G-3, this should be matching my fit
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