Model Citizen - Hallelujah (feat. Mel Savv) Lyrics

Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a track star
Young trap nigga but you know that I crack cards
They be jacking the L cause all they do is lack
Run into me I bet you I black

Got the drop on the bin I'm pulling up in Sakks
And I know I'm go up god got my back
This bitch is a treesh I hit it from the back
I'm not going to sleep I'm running up them racks

Give a f*ck who you with for the feature I tax
Get the piece for the low but the price imma double
Bad ass kid I was always in trouble
I ain't ask for no help got this shit off the muscle

And I got the Ps now I'm pushing in weight
I'm steady moving got food on my plate
I'm in the telly I told her to slide
Put this dick in her belly and open real wide

Pass me the charger my phone bout to die
I been up real early since about 5
The trap did ten I'm having good vibes
Oh that's your bitch well she gave me mines

TD Chevy Oa imma open account
Take the money from that then I go the trap route
Don't ask me the price if you don't got the amount
Real dope boy got money in the couch

Had to get out bag and get up in my duffle
I been ducking the Ds and staying outta trouble
Only have her one night no I do not cuddle
And my circle stay small cause niggas is not subtle
And I hit em like Nike rock em with the tech
And they say that they hot really it's they breath
And I caught him down town he put pep in his step
And the bitch giving throat I ain't talking bout strep

Move out the way Mel Savv up next
Feeling like Nike cause I get a check
If you don't wanna cop can't respond to your text
You supposed to get money that's why I don't flex
Pockets on Eman my shits fat
Ride with two guns so you know that I'm strapped
Run up on me and I bet you I
Run up on me and I bet you I black

I was f*cked I'm couldn't buy no eats
I had to sin just to Christian my sneaks
She be f*cking for money that lil bitch a freak
They killed bro we was sliding all week

Opp blunt bustin this shit reek
He wanted smoke he got put on a tee
Better stop popping perkies ya niggas geeked
Put on my song now she wanna eat

Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a track star
Young trap nigga but you know that I crack cards
They be jacking the L cause all they do is lack
Run into me I bet you I black

Got the drop on the bin I'm pulling up in Sakks
And I know I'm go up god got my back
This bitch is a treesh I hit it from the back
I'm not going to sleep I'm running up them racks

Give a f*ck who you with for the feature I tax
Get the piece for the low but the price imma double
Bad ass kid I was always in trouble
I ain't ask for no help got this shit off the muscle

And I got the Ps now I'm pushing in weight
I'm steady moving got food on my plate
I'm in the telly I told her to slide
Put this dick in her belly and open real wide

Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a
Throw the beam on a opp turn him to a track star
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Like young trap nigga but you know that I crack cards