[Intro]
Yo yo yo yo (Load all the money), yo son, you don't even know my style man
Back up off me son, word to mother
[Verse 1]
He said he know a nigga harder than me, boy, don't lie to me
I'm pass what you tryna be, and I wasn't even tryna be
I got niggas used to look up to me, they be tryna beef
I hope you don't try boy, we strapped just like Prada sneaks
Everyday I wake up, niggas tryna get some clout from me
He swear he fighting demons, but ain't never made a opp deceased
How the fuck you drippin', damn near all that shit you rocking cheap
Ion buy no bundles, 'cause my bitch she bad ain't got no weave
She beneficial, ride with me, spent yo check buyin' lean
You ignorant, you plot on me, I'll give you wings like Robin jeans
This bitch, she really tripping, tryna fuck me without toppin' me
We ballin' like the Pistons but we shooting for the Roxy team
[Interlude]
Yeah, 'til this day
[Verse 2]
You a little man, yeah brodie told me what you said
I'm the bigger man, take chart, then I get it in
You a gimmick man, real talk, you just Instagram
I can get the grams, white tan, they in the milligrams
I can send a man, all black, they'll strip a man
We secure the bag, secret stash in the minivan
I throw on a mask, gimme that, boy don't lift a hand
I just buss a juug, made 6 racks off a middle man
I could get you all off the boy, like I'm Killa Cam
Get like 20 jags, clear the names, do that shit again
Yo yo yo yo (Load all the money), yo son, you don't even know my style man
Back up off me son, word to mother
[Verse 1]
He said he know a nigga harder than me, boy, don't lie to me
I'm pass what you tryna be, and I wasn't even tryna be
I got niggas used to look up to me, they be tryna beef
I hope you don't try boy, we strapped just like Prada sneaks
Everyday I wake up, niggas tryna get some clout from me
He swear he fighting demons, but ain't never made a opp deceased
How the fuck you drippin', damn near all that shit you rocking cheap
Ion buy no bundles, 'cause my bitch she bad ain't got no weave
She beneficial, ride with me, spent yo check buyin' lean
You ignorant, you plot on me, I'll give you wings like Robin jeans
This bitch, she really tripping, tryna fuck me without toppin' me
We ballin' like the Pistons but we shooting for the Roxy team
[Interlude]
Yeah, 'til this day
[Verse 2]
You a little man, yeah brodie told me what you said
I'm the bigger man, take chart, then I get it in
You a gimmick man, real talk, you just Instagram
I can get the grams, white tan, they in the milligrams
I can send a man, all black, they'll strip a man
We secure the bag, secret stash in the minivan
I throw on a mask, gimme that, boy don't lift a hand
I just buss a juug, made 6 racks off a middle man
I could get you all off the boy, like I'm Killa Cam
Get like 20 jags, clear the names, do that shit again
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