Oh yeah, shout out to ma propers too...
I was twelve when the gunned you
And me now ! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.. yeah, yeah.. every distance we apart,
Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part
Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want
Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart
I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this
Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf
Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever
Yeah yeah transgender bitches, tie me up in dreams expecting me to surrender,
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
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