I put the mag in the gun And all of these bitches gon' run
They do it for fun, they loosing they trust
Do it all, ain't save some for us
Back in the day, had shit right We was havin' some fun, yeah, dawg
Nowadays I get shit from these snakes and bums
I put the mag in the gun And all of these bitches gon' run
They do it for fun, they loosing they trust
Do it all, ain't save some for us
You ain't arriving the same time as us
You ain't rockin' the same diamond crust You know my Uzi eternally bust
Too many cries, I showed em' Up, up, up, up, up, up
You girl, you, you are my high Get high on my own supplies
I don't see no sun, but my gun shine And I split the scene and I cut ties
And that's the time that you arrive You got me too tired
I already crossed all the facts I put an X on my side
You, you, you are my, you are my high Cut the cord, now I feel alive
One more hit, then goodbye I swear I seen you on the sad side
My world shouldn't be in your hand I told you I can touch up a mill
I told you I can whip out a band
Margiela coat
I whip that dope, look at me funny Upping the scope, murder she wrote
I whip that fire, pew, pew, pew, pew
Yeah, I put the mag in the gun And all these bitches gon' run
They do it for fun, they losin' their trust Do it all, ain't say nothin' for us
Back in the day, I was callin' it late Had my heart in a motherfuckin' box
Now I'm up in the LA with them hoes and the vibes
And a bag full of bricks, dawg You better watch your motherfuckin' grip
Fuck
See bro turn to a ghost when the vibes don't fit
Fuck em, I make a million a buck ain't no talkin' discussion
If you can't make 10k, you disgustin' One or two shots in the gut, that's somethin
I put the mag in the gun And all these bitches gon' run
They do it for fun, they losin' their trust Do it all, ain't save some for us
Back in the day, I had shit right We was havin' some fun, yeah, dawg
Nowadays, I get shit from these snakes and bums
I put the mag in the gun And all these bitches gon' run
They do it for fun, they losin' their trust Do it all, ain't save some for us
You ain't arrivin' the same time as us You ain't rockin' the same diamond crust
You know my Uzi eternally bust Too many cries, I shot em wassup
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up
You girl you, you are my high Get high on my own supplies
I don't see no sun, but my gun shine And I split the scene and I cut ties
And that's the time that you arrive Ha, yeah, you got me too tired
Yeah, dawg, I had to cross out the fakes I put a X on my side
You, you, you are my, you are my high
I, cut the cord, now I feel alive One more hit, then goodbye