Niggas ain't gettin' no money, they cappin'
Your pockets really skinny, look like they fastin'
Skrrt skrrt, burnin' rubber in the Aston
Four-four bulldog comin' straight out the alley
Most of you niggas want to be like me
Got my Gazelle frames on, I can see
When I come around you better keep that same energy
These niggas so fake, they never really feelin' me
Pull this monkey in the jungle like I'm Willie B
Bullet go through your motherfuckin' belly B
Lingo the doctor, come get your prescription
Glock nine on me and that bitch flippin'
Got your bitch pipin' up and she still sippin'
Take her to the back, you know that I'm hittin'
If you say that you got it on you, why you slippin'
All my niggas about it, what's the business
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, they cappin'
Your pockets really skinny, look like they fastin'
Skrrt skrrt, burnin' rubber in the Aston
Four-four bulldog comin' straight out the alley
Most of you niggas want to be like me
Got my Gazelle frames on, I can see
When I come around you better keep that same energy
These niggas so fake, they never really feelin' me
Middle finger up to the haters
At the same time they are my motivators
Dress in all black like my name is Darth Vader
Ice shinin' so bright, like a lightsaber
Niggas keep askin' but I don't do no favors
He want business, gotta show me the paper
Fuckin' on your bitch, I feed your tape
My friends risin' from the dead, undertaker
Chopper had a lil snack 'cause it ate him
Shoot at a fuck nigga, Jason Tatum
Put everything that you got on the table
I would never ever hang with the traitor
But these bitches, yeah I trade 'em
Hatin' is so mad, yeah that is fatal
Three young colors in my diamond lightsaber
She want me to cuff, but I cannot save her
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, they cappin'
Your pockets really skinny, look like they fastin'
Skrrt skrrt, burnin' rubber in the Aston
Four-four bulldog comin' straight out the alley
Most of you niggas want to be like me
Got my Gazelle frames on, I can see
When I come around you better keep that same energy
These niggas so fake, they never really feelin' me
Bullet go through your motherfuckin' belly B
Glock nine on me and that bitch flippin'
Got your bitch pipin' up and she still sippin'
Take her to the back, you know that I'm hittin'
If you say that you got it on you, why you slippin'
All my niggas about it, what's the business
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, they cappin'
Your pockets really skinny, look like they fastin'
Skrrt skrrt, burnin' rubber in the Aston
Four-four bulldog comin' straight out the alley
Most of you niggas want to be like me
Got my Gazelle frames on, I can see
When I come around you better keep that same energy
These niggas so fake, they never really feelin' me
Middle finger up to the haters
At the same time they are my motivators
Dress in all black like my name is Darth Vader
Ice shinin' so bright, like a lightsaber
Niggas keep askin' but I don't do no favors
He want business, gotta show me the paper
Fuckin' on your bitch, I feed your tape
My friends risin' from the dead, undertaker
Chopper had a lil snack 'cause it ate him
Shoot at a fuck nigga, Jason Tatum
Put everything that you got on the table
I would never ever hang with the traitor
But these bitches, yeah I trade 'em
Hatin' is so mad, yeah that is fatal
Three young colors in my diamond lightsaber
She want me to cuff, but I cannot save her
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