Letras
I got heat, blitz with me Nigga play crazy, lay him down, he can't
get hit with these Hollows fill him up, I caught him like 11
He said he need a perk to go to work, boy, you a bitch, please
Said she like the way I fuck, but she don't like the way I see it
Lil' bitch, bear that bat out, I don't want you gaggin' on your hands and knees
Niggas dirty whiffin' like he bout it, you a fan of me
My money pilin' up, she wanna fuck, but can't get shit from me
I came through, I was creepin', call me the reaper, do this shit with it
I ain't standin' too tall, but like Treyarch, I'm shootin' shit from deep
Ass can't work, my pole, you disrespectful, that bitch stay with me
This shit, they in my cup, I'm high as fuck, this ain't no regular week
Mad ass got me tweakin', got me spreadin' money down my sleeve
She know that I'm a fool, she caught me real, cause I wasn't bout to weave
Bitch, I ain't no goofy, must be stupid, ask him, nigga, please
Had to shake him up, thought he was tough, but guess he had to see
Lil' nigga gon' do what I wish he would, 4-5-8, I'll be swingin
Stayin' around all G's, just fuckin' around, I grew a money tree
They gave me a new plan, I mixed it up and made a recipe
Wanna get with the gang, you see that boy gon' light him up for me
Wanna get with the gang, you see that boy gon' light him up for me
All I see is blue faces like an avatar
When the order up, I serve it like it's caviar
Only solid niggas know about my catalog
Cause I be really official when we talkin' raw
I threw a bag and said, count it up
Whatever it is, we bout to double up
Got a couple of shooters and they be goin' nuts
Watch me throw em' some clippers and have em' line you up
I'm a boss in every sense of the word
Cause I went from a runner to a post-it on the curb
From workin' in the middle to workin' with the stove
Now I'm grindin' so hard that my story's gettin' sold
You can hear it in my music, ain't no sugar coat
But I made a hundred bands through that sugar boat
When you was at your nine to five