Lyrics

1209
What it do, 30?
One false move, you a goner
We was maskin' up before corona
Young **** hangin' out the Bentley while I'm swinging 'round the corner
Paper tag, this is not a loaner
****, this one for the owners, this ain't for the leasers
Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers
Put her on the block list, I'm like "Bye Felicia"
I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita
And shorty, she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her
**** her, I don't feed her, I just **** her, I don't need her
I'm like "We just tryna win ****", Glock, fourth gen ****
Clear clip, extend ****, don't fear ****, we bend ****
Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they're ****
We be ridin' bulletproof 'cause we be really in ****
He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it till we flipped it
****, I was sturdy back when I was dirty
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out, deep in that field where **** die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers playin' bye-bye-birdy, ya' dig?
Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey
I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me
I was rich as ****, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early
Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?
Plain Jane, Richard, five-hundred-eighty Benz
**** expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band
They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man
Written by: Robert Williams, Samuel Gloade
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