FLINTACHUSETTS GMD Jets (Ft. Louie Ray & Rio Da Yung OG)

[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)

[Verse 1: GMD Jets]
Ayy, sick of fuckin' on my opps' hoes
Brand-new pair of Pradas on my feet, bitch, you ain't got those
I been havin' hundreds in my pocket since a snot-nose
Took a trip to Cali, had to re-up with my vatos
Ayy, Bentley truck, a hundred P's in here
Pull up with some money, we ain't doin' shit for free in here
Smokin' out the VIP, I swear to God, can't even see in here
Hella bitches in my section
Had to call my plug when I was down, I need a blessing
How the fuck you thirty-five and broke? That's depressing
I just lost a fifty in the mail, had me stressing
Ayy, got some shit that you don't know about
Where you keep the chicken, never tell your lil' bro about
I been stackin' paper, nigga, I ain't really goin' out
Broke up with my bitch, niggas told me that she hoin' now
Damn, swear to God, that had me fucked up
Giannis in my clip, I'm just tryna get my bucks up
Ayy, took my BM to a steakhouse
Heard they got some pounds up in the crib, we finna stake out
Bitches tryna kiss me in the club, but we don't make out
Fuck I look like? A sucker
All I rock is gray brims, bitch, this ain't a trucker
I just left New York, I'm servin' zaza at the Rucker, nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch?