Lyrics
Why the fuck my dawgs into it, I feel like I'm Michael Vick
We all supposed to be up with each other rapping tryna get rich
Nigga, stack up all that paper don't put trust inside no bitch
I might sign for seven figures cop a crib inside the ritz
I told brodie fuck the opps we tote on glockys with a switch
I can't walk inside this club unless I'm partying with blick
Niggas dissing on the gram but they got hardly nun equipped
My lil' brudda shoot like haliburton popped shit with a hitch
Nigga, watch who you get comfortable with they might go and switch
Brodie booked when he come home I bet he still be on that shit
I was rocking UA now I mix up Louis v with Rick
I was bummy popped as shit now I'm money making Mitch
I don't pass the ball I might drop 45 with no assists
Most the opps be goofy posting where you at you slow as shit
Niggas creeping on they block like fuck a cop get low with sitch
Once you get some money nigga watch the ones you closest with