Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm down in Memphis, My Glock got extensions
My BM she trippin', she think I'm laid up with a mistress
But really I'm trappin' hard sellin' these Skittles
I want a lot, I don't want just a little
My bitches they bad and they very conceited
My plug tried to tax me, I'm feelin' mistreated
I told my lil' **** to go head and eat 'em
Lil' mama say that she love me so deeply
Bando in North Memphis, this shit look creepy
Bad bitch from South Haven, she wanna please me
Mixtape in four hours this shit too easy
Dreads and the beard got me looking like Jesus
Sell you a bag of OG in some Yeezy's
Just caught a play up, a gotti, shit Privé
[Verse 1]
She love my pipe I be layin' it down
Walk in the kitchen and weigh up a pound
Get face in the booth 'cause it help me create
I don't talk or debate, I just aim at your face
Sorry lil' shawty, we can't go on dates
Knew he was sheisty, it's wrote on his face
Push up on us, that's a deadly mistake
Just hit the shellfish and swiped for a plate
Silverback money, I'm just like a ape
He called for a feature, he really want bags
I did him a verse and he purchased some bags
Lil' bih from V-Live, she throwing that ass
Yes, I was destined to go get some cash
So much hate inside your heart, why you mad at me?
Feel like a quarterback, hoes tryna tackle me
Burnin' on Wedding Cake, defyin' gravity
[Verse 2]
Went to the Bronx, I'm concealin' my FN
And yeah, it might kill me, but I'm pourin' medicine
Fly like a pelican, run up them racks
That was my destiny, superstar OG
I know that you smellin' me
Do dirt alone 'cause these **** might tell on me
THC all in my brownie, this snackin' ain't regular, yeah
Shootin' at all my competitors, yeah
CBD all in my body, I'm lifted
They smell the shit that I'm smokin' and walkin'
All these blue hundred won't fit in shoe boxes
My lil' **** heartless, they ain't got a conscience
I grabbed that ass 'cause I ain't got no etiquette
Burnin' on God's Gift, I'm feelin' so heaven sent
Went up to Jersey, they said I was country
But one thang they can't say is I ain't got money, uh
[Chorus]
Secret compartment my Tahoe
Quavo shit, I'm the head huncho
Bad bitch and she from Morocco
Juug in the morning, Alonzo
You ain't tryna buy, ain't no convo
Source with the tree, he Armenian
He get it to me expediently
He know a **** be needin' it
She know a **** be needin' her
My dick is wet, I be feedin' her
I almost fucked up her femur
And test her, like give her the results
Swipe her a purse with a Visa
I never, ever mistreat her
Bally my headband and sneakers, yeah
Written by: Money Man
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