[Verse]
I might get to violatin’, I'm not playin'
Comin' with that red dot, I'm finna get to sprayin'
I don't know what you sayin', charge up super saiyan
I be runnin' up these racks, touchdown like I'm Payton
High Demand, all my shooters movin' tactical
Run up in his crib mask on, I might act a fool
'Bout to bag this bitch, wanna fuck but she got attitude
Smokin' on this dope, you swear that you can reach my latitude
Got a bad bitch, we be eatin' seafood
I don't fuck with lames, all these niggas see through
'Cause these niggas on my body like a leach too
Askin' me to link, but I don't wanna meet you
I swear I'm addicted to these Benjamin's
I'ma get it in, I need dead presidents
Thousand dollar fit just to go to CVS
Life feel like a movie, think I need a VHS
Yeah, fuckin' on her friend, play that bitch like some chess
She say I'm the best, I might buss on her chest
Steppin' in the cut, I swear I don't need no vest
Cut that bitch off, now she sayin' that she depressed
[Chorus]
I be stackin' up this bread like a calculator
Call up my accountant and we countin' hella paper
What I smoke a day, you could prolly smoke a week
Bruh, these niggas weak, even plot, they can't compete
Knockin' out yo' teeth, leave yo' head by yo' feet
Body bag him up just because he sendin' tweets
Don't get close to me, spent yo' rent on my sneaks
These some Chrome Heart sleeves, True Religion all on me
I be stackin' up this bread like a calculator
Call up my accountant and we countin' hella paper
What I smoke a day, you could prolly smoke a week
Bruh, these niggas weak, even plot, they can't compete
Knockin' out yo' teeth, leave yo' head by yo' feet
Body bag him up just because he sendin' tweets
Don't get close to me, spent yo' rent on my sneaks
These some Chrome Heart sleeves, True Religion all on me
I might get to violatin’, I'm not playin'
Comin' with that red dot, I'm finna get to sprayin'
I don't know what you sayin', charge up super saiyan
I be runnin' up these racks, touchdown like I'm Payton
High Demand, all my shooters movin' tactical
Run up in his crib mask on, I might act a fool
'Bout to bag this bitch, wanna fuck but she got attitude
Smokin' on this dope, you swear that you can reach my latitude
Got a bad bitch, we be eatin' seafood
I don't fuck with lames, all these niggas see through
'Cause these niggas on my body like a leach too
Askin' me to link, but I don't wanna meet you
I swear I'm addicted to these Benjamin's
I'ma get it in, I need dead presidents
Thousand dollar fit just to go to CVS
Life feel like a movie, think I need a VHS
Yeah, fuckin' on her friend, play that bitch like some chess
She say I'm the best, I might buss on her chest
Steppin' in the cut, I swear I don't need no vest
Cut that bitch off, now she sayin' that she depressed
[Chorus]
I be stackin' up this bread like a calculator
Call up my accountant and we countin' hella paper
What I smoke a day, you could prolly smoke a week
Bruh, these niggas weak, even plot, they can't compete
Knockin' out yo' teeth, leave yo' head by yo' feet
Body bag him up just because he sendin' tweets
Don't get close to me, spent yo' rent on my sneaks
These some Chrome Heart sleeves, True Religion all on me
I be stackin' up this bread like a calculator
Call up my accountant and we countin' hella paper
What I smoke a day, you could prolly smoke a week
Bruh, these niggas weak, even plot, they can't compete
Knockin' out yo' teeth, leave yo' head by yo' feet
Body bag him up just because he sendin' tweets
Don't get close to me, spent yo' rent on my sneaks
These some Chrome Heart sleeves, True Religion all on me
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