Glucose Money Man

[Hook]
Shooter got shot, you can't let no one harm you
Big Glock, but don't let it alarm you
Tryin' to do good, tryin' to work on my Karma
Count cash money while I'm bumpin' the Carti
Get a nigga whacked while he take out the garbage
Got an evil side, I might turn into Carnage
Quit the shit, just don't get on my bad side
I ain't selfish, I break bread with my allies
King David, go to war I be frontline
New strains, havin' Moochi and Pluto
Dog food, junkie shoot up the Cujo
Rockin' Timbs when I go to the East Coast
Niggas sweet as hell, they eat too much Fructose
Pockets fat as hell, they full of that Glucose

[Verse 1]
Phone rangin' they just [?] me in Dubai
My partner just did a scene he like to eat [?]
Work folio got [?]
Got released, so I gave racks to the bail bonders
Cashed out, got the new Ram truck
Sloppy nigga got the whole gang jammed up
In the trap, watching racks get ran up
This a lick, everybody put your hands up
Paranoia, I just shot at a fan
In the country, we be shootin' beer cans
Glizzy hanging out my palm, made you sweat (Damn)
He got pussy comin' all out his sweat glands
Blockchain phone is fully encrypted
Nigga want beef, we turn him to Brisket
Too much work in the trap, I need assistance
Buyin' business, I'm in the real estate business