Letras
Ayy yo, run it up, Rami
X-Zay, this shit too crazy
Go check the stats, I'm really that
That's on my momma, I can merch it
Won't talk bout me, on top the net
See how you act when we in person
Gone send my killers down your street, not even twelve
But they still purging
Get your face rolled across a T, spit on this grave
Do that bitch dirty
Bitch, I got that bag, that's why these pussy niggas hate me
I just sit an, count my money, and look at these niggas crazy
Won't throw dirt on top my name, like why the fuck these niggas shady
Till I pop out, draw down with fire, that's when them bullets get the blazin'
Beef with me, that's suicide, li nigga, you must don't like your life
I try my best to keep my cool, they must don't like when I act right
Expecting me just for the cuff, just cause I fucked up for one night
Looked at her dumb and kicked her out, this li bitch really not my type
Ha, Ha they laughing at me, I'm tryna to see what the fuck funny
Last time I check, these niggas broke, and I'm the one who hold that money
Pop out with VVs, crack a smile, inside the dark, I make it sunny
After we fuck, go tatt my name and show me that you really love me
She a freak all on my body, this bitch really like my style
Out here posted in the jungle, you wouldn't step foot inside this wild
I'm talking killer fiends and old heads and some druggies in denial
With some young'uns, trigger happy, that let shot's off at the crowd
I'm the boss inside the house, when she approach me, say, lieutenant
I ran up this whole damn bag, so bitch don't tell me how to spend it
You get yours and I get mines, but either way, we both go get it
You got my back, that's right or wrong, we stand on business, cause we with it