Letras
Gave up tryna get along
Easter pink I'm feeling gone
Got my back against the wall
Extensions we reveal them
No that hoe wont love you back
An the streets might get attached
And the feeling is unmatched
Dirty money hit the ceiling fan
Thinking of a master plan
Need to get up out the trap
Any-day could be your last
An I gave dat game my last
Like the season was all wrapped
Signed my life up like an only fans
Wheres the pen
We brought Stixx inside this place yeah they whats up
I'm talking in tongues my cup is on numb
Aint worried at all
Im maximum wage
Im flexing my rate
This club is full of killers
And i know where they from
I chill with they moms
I play with they sister, little brother and they dog
Im swiping these cards
Im driving these cars
I pay for that pussy to if she wanna get on
I put him on channel 5 if he wanna get on
At the top of the morning
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thats my shooter he scoring
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All that fake shit is not approved
Save it for cases
To many members its not a few
Lawyers they hate me
They looking over like freedom soon
They putting a claim in for niggas names
Got a opp or two dont worry about it
I set a date and that shit is through
Gave up tryna get along
Easter pink im feelin gone
Got my back against the wall
Extensions we reveal them
No that hoe wont love you back
An the streets might get attached
And the feeling is unmatched
Dirty money hit the ceiling fan
Thinking of a master plan
Need to get up out the trap
Any-day could be your last
An i gave that game my last
Like the season was all wrapped