Yeah
Yeah
Mhmm
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money, while the sinnins while risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits
Bands in my pocket
Bitch you know I got it
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece
And niggas big mad, they still nickel and dimmin'
Been about paper, them stacks keep on risin'
No Nick at Night, but my niggas stay slimin'
Sticks to the fight, they still on the net typin'
We bring sticks to the fight, they still on the net writin'
Yeah, your bitch keep it tight
Yeah, that pussy be bitin'
She like how I'm drippin'
She gettin' excited
Yeah, the pussy was good but I had to one night it
Yeah, my niggas they pull up, no talkin' straight snipin'
Don't watch no face
Yeah, my business is minded
As long as these pieces still reading, then my nigga I'm signed in
These pieces is reading
I'm gettin' my items
Once I get that check, Rollie, flood it with diamonds
Bust a flex, take a trip to the islands
These niggas vex, yeah they see how I'm stylin'
Keep a tech if niggas think that they wildn'
I'm in the spot, it still readin' and writin'
Then bust the piece
Then ima swipe it
Add the renty, I ain't movin' through nervous
When it hit
This the thing for my purchase
I hit the bump and I count up my earnings
I put in work for this shit, I deserve it
You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it,
You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it
She suck and swallow me
Remind me of Kurby
That bitch a treesh
She is not worthy
I pick and choose, so these bitches can't curve
Y'all know my body
So who gonna hurt me?
I been trappin' since they came out with Turbys
All types of flavors
Covers like drapes
Different strands from a pound to a nick
Your other bumb and his weed ain't on shit
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money, while the sinnins risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit (Uhuh)
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits (Uhuh)
Bands in my pocket
Bitch you know I got it (Ouu, ahh)
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets (Mhmm)
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep (Mhmm)
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece
Ain't with the cappin'
I'll make it get tragic
These hoes on my body
I'm jukin' like Madden
Your bitch suicidal
She dyin' to top me
You watchin' me killin' your bitch like I'm Tommy
I go to the Bush and get weed from the zombies
I practice in piece
I ain't talkin' bout Gotti
Im shootin' you if you try and take mine like a zombie
They think I got soap on my feet when I'm slimey
We livin' in Hell
So I send him to Heaven
I'm givin' the word
Shit I should've been a reverend
Good with my gift
So I feel like a present
Yeah, drip everyday, you get tired of my rain
Demons don't want this smoke, like I'm burnin' on sage
I walk in the spot and leave with everything
I ain't breakin' no bread with no bird, only gang (Gang, gang)
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money while the sinnins risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits
Bands in my pocket, bitch you know I got it
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece (Mhmm, mhm)
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Yeah
Yeah
Mhmm
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money, while the sinnins while risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits
Bands in my pocket
Bitch you know I got it
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece
And niggas big mad, they still nickel and dimmin'
Been about paper, them stacks keep on risin'
No Nick at Night, but my niggas stay slimin'
Sticks to the fight, they still on the net typin'
We bring sticks to the fight, they still on the net writin'
Yeah, your bitch keep it tight
Yeah, that pussy be bitin'
She like how I'm drippin'
She gettin' excited
Yeah, the pussy was good but I had to one night it
Yeah, my niggas they pull up, no talkin' straight snipin'
Don't watch no face
Yeah, my business is minded
As long as these pieces still reading, then my nigga I'm signed in
These pieces is reading
I'm gettin' my items
Once I get that check, Rollie, flood it with diamonds
Bust a flex, take a trip to the islands
These niggas vex, yeah they see how I'm stylin'
Keep a tech if niggas think that they wildn'
I'm in the spot, it still readin' and writin'
Then bust the piece
Then ima swipe it
Add the renty, I ain't movin' through nervous
When it hit
This the thing for my purchase
I hit the bump and I count up my earnings
I put in work for this shit, I deserve it
You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it,
You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it
She suck and swallow me
Remind me of Kurby
That bitch a treesh
She is not worthy
I pick and choose, so these bitches can't curve
Y'all know my body
So who gonna hurt me?
I been trappin' since they came out with Turbys
All types of flavors
Covers like drapes
Different strands from a pound to a nick
Your other bumb and his weed ain't on shit
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money, while the sinnins risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit (Uhuh)
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits (Uhuh)
Bands in my pocket
Bitch you know I got it (Ouu, ahh)
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets (Mhmm)
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep (Mhmm)
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece
Ain't with the cappin'
I'll make it get tragic
These hoes on my body
I'm jukin' like Madden
Your bitch suicidal
She dyin' to top me
You watchin' me killin' your bitch like I'm Tommy
I go to the Bush and get weed from the zombies
I practice in piece
I ain't talkin' bout Gotti
Im shootin' you if you try and take mine like a zombie
They think I got soap on my feet when I'm slimey
We livin' in Hell
So I send him to Heaven
I'm givin' the word
Shit I should've been a reverend
Good with my gift
So I feel like a present
Yeah, drip everyday, you get tired of my rain
Demons don't want this smoke, like I'm burnin' on sage
I walk in the spot and leave with everything
I ain't breakin' no bread with no bird, only gang (Gang, gang)
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money while the sinnins risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits
Bands in my pocket, bitch you know I got it
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece (Mhmm, mhm)
Yeah
Mhmm
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money, while the sinnins while risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits
Bands in my pocket
Bitch you know I got it
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece
And niggas big mad, they still nickel and dimmin'
Been about paper, them stacks keep on risin'
No Nick at Night, but my niggas stay slimin'
Sticks to the fight, they still on the net typin'
We bring sticks to the fight, they still on the net writin'
Yeah, your bitch keep it tight
Yeah, that pussy be bitin'
She like how I'm drippin'
She gettin' excited
Yeah, the pussy was good but I had to one night it
Yeah, my niggas they pull up, no talkin' straight snipin'
Don't watch no face
Yeah, my business is minded
As long as these pieces still reading, then my nigga I'm signed in
These pieces is reading
I'm gettin' my items
Once I get that check, Rollie, flood it with diamonds
Bust a flex, take a trip to the islands
These niggas vex, yeah they see how I'm stylin'
Keep a tech if niggas think that they wildn'
I'm in the spot, it still readin' and writin'
Then bust the piece
Then ima swipe it
Add the renty, I ain't movin' through nervous
When it hit
This the thing for my purchase
I hit the bump and I count up my earnings
I put in work for this shit, I deserve it
You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it,
You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it
She suck and swallow me
Remind me of Kurby
That bitch a treesh
She is not worthy
I pick and choose, so these bitches can't curve
Y'all know my body
So who gonna hurt me?
I been trappin' since they came out with Turbys
All types of flavors
Covers like drapes
Different strands from a pound to a nick
Your other bumb and his weed ain't on shit
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money, while the sinnins risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit (Uhuh)
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits (Uhuh)
Bands in my pocket
Bitch you know I got it (Ouu, ahh)
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets (Mhmm)
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep (Mhmm)
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece
Ain't with the cappin'
I'll make it get tragic
These hoes on my body
I'm jukin' like Madden
Your bitch suicidal
She dyin' to top me
You watchin' me killin' your bitch like I'm Tommy
I go to the Bush and get weed from the zombies
I practice in piece
I ain't talkin' bout Gotti
Im shootin' you if you try and take mine like a zombie
They think I got soap on my feet when I'm slimey
We livin' in Hell
So I send him to Heaven
I'm givin' the word
Shit I should've been a reverend
Good with my gift
So I feel like a present
Yeah, drip everyday, you get tired of my rain
Demons don't want this smoke, like I'm burnin' on sage
I walk in the spot and leave with everything
I ain't breakin' no bread with no bird, only gang (Gang, gang)
Boy you the buyer
I'm the supplier
She see the drip when she see my attire
I got a 9 and that shit will not fire
You'll catch a hot one
'Cause I'm not a fighter
I been a G
I been on timin'
Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin'
Count up my money while the sinnins risin'
You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin'
I take your bitch
She get the sloppin'
If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit
Run up the breesh from makin' deposits
Bands in my pocket, bitch you know I got it
Money and pussy
All that I need
Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets
Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep
Finesse a pack or finesse a piece (Mhmm, mhm)
Writer: JUSTIN SINGH
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC