[Intro: Yung Mal]
Huh
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga
Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
They tried to hold me down, like I'm Meek, I'm chasin' milli' (Cash)
Pull up to the spot, we got P's, nigga, just like Diddy
We gon' ride on they ass like it's Philly
Send hundred shots, we gon' make them boys feel it
Still in the pot in the kitchen
Used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
Now I pull in the hood in a Bentley
Hah, hoes on my dick so I'm droppin' the top
One in the head, it stay cocked (Cocked)
Know a hater gon' hate but I'm never gon' flop
You think that's your ho, boy, stop (Boy, stop), huh
I had that ho at the spot
She fuckin' the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
Cash run too long, nigga got racks on racks, this shit don't stop
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Got carats inside 'em, my watch don't tick, it jump like a bunny hop
We gon' spin an opp's block with the stick
Every night, nigga, shit ain't gon' never stop
I'm feelin' like Pac
Death around the corner, I'm goin' hard 'til my heart stop
I know that they plottin', they watchin'
Wanna take my spot, wanna get what I got
Whether they like it or not, I'ma be at the top
With them bands, bitch, sippin' a four of Wock' (Mud)
And before I die, I'ma leave my son with like twenty M's in the stash spot (M's, cash)
We runnin' through millies
New watch Richard Mille
Rockin' Adidas, Raf Simon
Bitch I feel like Meek Milly (Mill, hah)
Huh
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga
Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
They tried to hold me down, like I'm Meek, I'm chasin' milli' (Cash)
Pull up to the spot, we got P's, nigga, just like Diddy
We gon' ride on they ass like it's Philly
Send hundred shots, we gon' make them boys feel it
Still in the pot in the kitchen
Used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
Now I pull in the hood in a Bentley
Hah, hoes on my dick so I'm droppin' the top
One in the head, it stay cocked (Cocked)
Know a hater gon' hate but I'm never gon' flop
You think that's your ho, boy, stop (Boy, stop), huh
I had that ho at the spot
She fuckin' the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
Cash run too long, nigga got racks on racks, this shit don't stop
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Got carats inside 'em, my watch don't tick, it jump like a bunny hop
We gon' spin an opp's block with the stick
Every night, nigga, shit ain't gon' never stop
I'm feelin' like Pac
Death around the corner, I'm goin' hard 'til my heart stop
I know that they plottin', they watchin'
Wanna take my spot, wanna get what I got
Whether they like it or not, I'ma be at the top
With them bands, bitch, sippin' a four of Wock' (Mud)
And before I die, I'ma leave my son with like twenty M's in the stash spot (M's, cash)
We runnin' through millies
New watch Richard Mille
Rockin' Adidas, Raf Simon
Bitch I feel like Meek Milly (Mill, hah)
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