Baby, I just been thumpin through this shit
You know ain’t nothing new to this
I had to stop eating Ruth Chris
Cause that shit had my stomach to sick
I just bought me a Glock with a new stick
I just came off the Lott in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it I ain’t stack it I ran through it
Cause I know it’s going away
Too many hundreds can’t go in the safe
Got too many shooters ok go in the bay don’t go in la
Baby we can fly out if you want to you know I do shit that they don’t do
She switch the channel we old news
I stay high that’s so true
On a space ship in 5 chains unsatisfied
Against the odds I’m the underdog but still I rise
Got a new spot in a pent house and it’s hella high
She so proud It’s random times my momma cry
Money money money that’s the word from izzle
Bitches claim they love me but it’s just my izzm
BS in a big text I don’t ever read em
Death threats to my DM’s I don’t ever see em
Eat good I sleep good but it still ain’t peaceful
No money and no guns how you niggas beefing
Baffle while I’m laughing cause this shit be outrageous
If you diss me then you dying that’s the way gon get famous
Baby, I just been thumpin through this shit
You know ain’t nothing new to this
I had to stop eating Ruth Chris
Cause that shit had my stomach to sick
I just bought me a Glock with a new stick
I just came off the Lott in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it I ain’t stack it I ran through it
Cause I know it’s going away
Too many hundreds can’t go in the safe
Got too many shooters ok go in the bay don’t go in la
Baby, we can fly out if you want to you know I do shit that they don’t do
She switch the channel we old news
I stay high that’s so true
Baby, I’m high till I die why would I lie
A nigga like me came out mind in the sky
10 thousand on me that ain’t even a lie
I only be smoking this weed yo get bye
I only be clutching this Glock because I got too
Took one of mine drop there and we drop two
Thinking you tough but we know where to find you
Bitch you ain’t even nobody to lie to
Fuck you talking bout [?] while you walking out
I been stacking this shit up in large amounts
All these noises got a nigga paranoid
I done fucked around and lost the count
Niggas know they shouldn’t talk out there mouth
If it ain’t bout money can’t come out the house
I had to jump off the porch there was no other route
We’re black in America nigga you gonna sit down
Or you gonna stand up trynna do 1 thing get my bands up
[?] I don’t think they hear what I’m saying huh
But I bet they could cause I speak for the hood young nigga
Smoking on hood marathon OG in my woods
Baby, I just been thumpin through this shit
You know ain’t nothing new to this
I had to stop eating Ruth Chris
Cause that shit had my stomach to sick
I just bought me a Glock with a new stick
I just came off the Lott in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it I ain’t stack it I ran through it
Cause I know it’s going away
Too many hundreds can’t go in the safe
Got too many shooters ok go in the bay don’t go in la
Baby, we can fly out if you want to you know I do shit that they don’t do
She switch the channel we old news
I stay high that’s so true
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