8-8-88-8800 Militia Musik
Ion gotta pop beans to get high
& i told him long live, he in the sky
She baked his caked
Baked-'em like a pie
I swear to god
When he get out he gone die
Ima be the reason for it,
Ain't no sympathy
I got hundred bands on it, i'm my entity
I just want some money, nigga f*ck the enemies
I just want some money, nigga f*ck the enemies
Why these niggas always hate me
Why they envy me?
I don't do nothing to nobody
I just get plenty cheese
We got plenty scraps, loaded like we Vietnamese, & i'm taxing gotta know it, it's like 10 a G
Me & baby been into it, she not feeling me
Really don't know if she being honest, shit been killing me
Love that girl, but i cant lie like ion get plenty b's, other bitches not my bae cause she my mini me
Bitch i see the future
Elon Musk
12 get behind me, left em in the dust
They think that backdoor cool, its not many that i trust
They think that backdoor cool, its not many i trust
I got off my ass, they wouldn't hearing me
I'm a paper chaser, literally
Good hearted young nigga feel my energy
Im'a good hearted young nigga, you can feel
My energy