Bitch I came prepared to get it going
I got that metal on me
Fuckin on me, shawty she a demonShe a Shinigami
Tommy keep a tommy
Trenches down to a catch homi
Yea the way the glocky blow
I almost thought it was a thotty
And the blunt Afghani
10 deep at your party
Whole gang makin waves
Yea we pouring up tsunamis
Catch them lacking in the lobby
Like Tupac I slide like I bobby
Do them dirty like The Walking Dead
He twitching like a zombie
Woah
I can not stop getting money on the low
Big bag chaser everybody too slow
Make more bread, more money on go
Big AR with a thirty-six scope
Give a fuck bout what they said
So imma leave them lookin dusty
They been fuckin with my set
And all my brothers getting hungry
Give a fuck what you been thinking
I am something that you can′t be
I just tell them I can't stop
Until I′m rolling in a Bentley
Woah
You already know
Brodie broke a brick
Brown paper how it go
Do it for the money and the bitches on the low
And he ain't get no work cause he a bitch and he a hoe
I just put in work cause its the
Only thing I know
And you ain't really with it keep
A weapon just for show
Your entire sound a joke
At best a copy of a clone
And we ain′t never gonna work
So get the fuck out my phone
Or I′m charging for the feature
Keep a heater under bleachers
Puffin smoke
Smoking greener then Khalifa
And its fucken up my throat
And my choppa by the meter
It's a eater you a ghost
Big beefer 4 seater
Everybody want the smoke
Woah
I can not stop getting money on the low
Big bag chaser everybody too slow
Make more bread, more money on go
Big ar with a thirty-six scope
Say what I want
I want war
Death will never hesitate to take more
I will never wait for pain
I lean forwards
And if you wanna slide with beef
I′m still raw
Bitch I came prepared to get it going
I got that metal on me
Fuckin on me, shawty she a demon
She a Shinigami
Tommy keep a tommy
Trenches down to a catch homi
Yea the way the glocky blow
I almost thought it was a thotty
And the blunt Afghani
10 deep at your party
Whole gang makin waves
Yea we pouring up tsunamis
Catch them lacking in the lobby
Like Tupac I slide like I bobby
Do them dirty like The Walking Dead
He twitching like a zombie
Puff on a blunt till I hyperventilate
And watch a body drop in the ocean
These rappers deadweight
Load a .38 to drop thirty nine
Like its heaven's gate
And demonstrate
A quick 140 Toyota getaway
Took a step back and saw bigger pictures
I could make a hundred, thousand
A million what′s the difference
Can't escape the cookie cutter
Monotony of existence
Imma do the same old shit
And keep breathing till I stop living
Bought a .38 just to shoot it
Without a purpose
Keep a finger on the trigger
I hope I′m making them nervous
Catch him lacking, drop the curtain
And wrap his head like a turban
Plug the neighborhood with gas
We keeping it all suburban
Imma go getter, a shiny brand new Beretta
My pockets could get bigger
My wallet could get thicker
The dollars could come quicker
Just painting the bigger picture
A blunt and a fifth of liquor
I'm gunning for six figures
