HIM (feat. YSN Flow) [Remix]

Run up a milli then hop out the cut with the vert

They hit my line for the work

Sticks like the Navy

On top of these **** live gravy

Gave them the route like I'm Brady

She think I'm a cheater

She think I fuck with a eater

Cut that hoe off I don't need her

Run up that money for d, then I split with my team and I promise i ain't here for the fame

I put a Rollie on **** who never had money

They only goin bang for the gang

They told me Jaywall you rapping, you capping, you made it and came back and act like you changed

Maybe i changed cause they never believed in the dreams and the things that I set to achieve

We never having the money on Christmas, I told my lil brother we gotta believe

How I'ma sleep when they fighting with bullets, they killing the rested a stepper lil Steve

His momma, she worried he all in the streets with that work after church he went straight to the G

Jeans on me miri

Glock on me holding a thirty

Creep on that **** we sent a few hoes they my birdies

They keep me in the rotation

They let me know where the money and jewelry located

They know how I'm stepping

I only hang around steppers if you got a problem address it

Why I'm not pressing

I'm in a coupe 2021 racks in the seat it's a blessing

2011, every Sunday use to go to church with my grandma fell asleep on the Reverend

I'm worth a ticket, ain't talking the lottery I close my eyes and see 777

They know we never on broke shit, opps on some hoe shit

Your man in a wood and we smoking

I gotta cup full of potion

Glock on my hip, I advice you don't cause no commotion

He only tweak off the drugs

I gotta **** who don't even smoke he just blow shit

You put on drip just to post it

I put on drip every time I wake up in the morning

Crept round the cut, let me tip toe Glock through the window 2 3 came with a extendo

I still be fucking around with the chop, I got racks in my pocket like bro where you get those

Play games on a bitch no Nintendo

I'ma fuck her, can't make her my bitch tho

I know bitches be fucking with opps when we link

So know if we link I'ma fuck with my pistol

Ain't talking murder

We leave a **** unheard of

He on the back of the milk

We leaving shells like a turtle

Did a 110

I taught my shooter to hurdle

Hop out the Burban security clutching the pole

He got a license to lay down a ****, who think that it's funny and act like a joke

I kinda see why you really don't like me, you think that you icy, I'm melting you down

I got your manger all in my dm like I'm on a pedestal you on the ground

I got your momma, she clapping for me like she knew all the words to my song like a vow

I know I'm making her proud

She said to be everything that you said you goin be

You steady letting her down

I'm really sorry for taking the shine that you needed, I guess you can say i'm conceded

Hopped on the track then I upload straight to the G got bitches recording the screen

Bto get racks

We bought out half of the club

Just so the women can enter the building and we say the Henny is covered on us

Henny is covered on us