Letras
I'm a attic addicted to hustling
I love guns drugs and money
I want somebody that I can love
But all these bitches outchea moving funny
I'm a attic addicted to hustling
I love guns drugs and money
I want somebody that I can love
But all these bitches outchea moving funny
Money power respect bitch I came for the check
Open yo mouth bitch I came for the neck
This shit till the death on the gang on my set
Feeling like I'm the last real nigga left
Money power respect bitch I came for the check
Open yo mouth bitch I came for the neck
This shit till the death on the gang on my set
Feeling like I'm the last real nigga left
I fell in love the first day that we met
You had a lil vibe we had a lil sex
I leave yo house you gone get in yo feelings
Know I need my space don't respond to a text
I got that bitch on me everywhere the money be at
So I don't respond to a threat
In the field with the QB call it farve
I put that cheese on his head call him brett
Baby I rock 1 of 1s I'll rock a nigga to sleep if we running the 1s
Niggas be running they gums
Tryna be big homie but you more like a son
No I am not Corleone,
But you fuck with the mob if you fuck with the Don
DonWon I can sell you a bitch
Don Pablo I can become yo plug
Want somebody I can love.
But aint no love in the streets
But that's where I be
So you already know how I eat
Ain't waiting on my paycheck every other week
28 cost dope game came free
Ima put my whole block on lock with a key
Ima always keep a lil glock on me
Even though I'm duece 4 I'm the same ol g, gang
I'm a attic addicted to hustling
I love guns drugs and money
I want somebody that I can love
But all these bitches outchea moving funny
I'm a attic addicted to hustling
I love guns drugs and money
I want somebody that I can love
But all these bitches outchea moving funny
Money power respect bitch I came for the check
Open yo mouth bitch I came for the neck
This shit till the death on the gang on my set
Feeling like I'm the last real nigga left
Money power respect bitch I came for the check
Open yo mouth bitch I came for the neck
This shit till the death on the gang on my set
Feeling like I'm the last real nigga left
Always move on my own time I don't even got to check the clock nigga
And you already know what time I'm on when I sit back just watch niggas
Get that work and go to work flip it quick make it hopscotch nigga
I'm being entertained by Chris rock you at home alone on tik tok
I know for a fact it's still fuck what you heard
God blessing all the trap niggas
Rip nipsey and dolph god been needing all the real rap niggas
Gold Cuban Addias jogger I put it on looking like a crack dealer
You shouldn't even call ya self a dope nigga
You ain't ever sold no damn dope nigga