LYRIC

[Intro] (Pyrex Whippa)

[Verse] Stuck with a Glock
I got a thot
Ima get us a spot and [?] middle finger to the cops
I could never drop no names
They say my flow like crack, cocaine
Sunday I might ride in range
Money started change things
Choppas just like Harly
This retarded I had a lotta training
Momma seeing all that money she almost faint
I walked in the club thought it was raining
I fucked her didn't even know her name
Can't break the court I break the bank
Niggas talk like hold your shit might sink
You know niggas supper lame
Super charge, switching lanes, still with the gang
All that came
Mary the money I bought a ring
Bans busting out the chain before it made them gassy busting moves like Billy Jean
2 cups filled with lean push up on the scene
Niggas quite when they see me
Trapp it I already knew the lease
Got it hot just like glis
Keep that Glock right by me
I got rich of killin' beats
I'm to real don't do the beef, but if you play with me they sweet
Bullets knock down houses, trees
Get out the skreet
This money got me blind dollar signs all I see because I drive
Don't need a key
Got rich fuck I feel like Pyrex on your head R.I.P pussy
Pull up got them hoes looking
Drive that V just like a vet
Got yall niggas riding inside your wishes
Kill him, his family won't just hide
We don't bullshit
All these tears got tape on the lip
Glossy scrap
Came a long way from that killer crib
Can't get no sleep I'm booked
He went broke, he ran out of luck
Showing love might get you cut
My stash spot I filled it up
Just hurry up trap the trailer full
When we going up this ice hockey puck
Bitch I get me walking pucks

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