Lyrics

Yeah he better keep, eye in the back of his head
'Cause we might cross him
67 guys pull up, massed up, SWOT him
How he get so rich? All the shit I fuckin' taught him
I knew I was on it way before I had it comin'
How we claim these demons when we had the bitch runnin'
Oh I heard he like to eat us, put this light up in his stomach
I'm a mil', turn ten into fifty somethin'
Plan another 30 thou' on a Monday
I just want you for the night, in a fun way
Oh you love me? Oh I like you, someways
I know karma want me back, in the worst way
I want you the hardest, I'm gon' like you, okay
Cat ain't gon' burp, all the brothers, no way
I just like this hoe, 'cause she's pretty with the, hm
I just like this hoe, 'cause she's pretty with the body
That ain't what she get this home, pull it up, molly
I think he like three or four, outside the door, prolly
Meet me at my show, but you gon' better bring a PiV
I don't give a fuck if they don't really gon' like me
Yeah he better keep, eye in the back of his head
'Cause we might cross him
67 guys pull up, massed up, SWAT him
How he get so rich? All the shit I fuckin' taught him
I knew I was on it way before I had it comin'
How we claim these demons when we had the bitch runnin'
Oh I heard he like to eat us, put this light up in his stomach
I'm a mil', turn ten into fifty somethin'
He the type to talk a lot but he ain't much for showin'
It ain't much to get the hoe, I know she always goin'
That boy like a son to me, I got no kids, an orphan
I told the whore I'm way too young, you gotta go, I'm bored here
I made another 30 thou' early by the morning
I knew it was coming way before I had it
How we make him disappear, oh you say it's magic
I can't drive the boat, okay cool just call a cab
Yeah I'm way too high, I need cash when I'm landing
I can't drive the boat, okay cool just call a cab
Yeah I'm way too high, I need cash when I'm landing
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