Lyrics
You bitch niggas know how we comin' (go)
See me, gotta see this money (yeah)
Fuck niggas gotta see this money (haha)
My team, we ball, we runnin' (huh)
You bitch niggas know how we comin' (no)
See me, gotta see this money (yeah)
Fuck niggas gotta see this money (haha)
My team, we ball, we runnin' (yeah)
That boy been playin' with them racks (uh-huh)
Young man went got him a sack (uh-huh)
Put that boy bitch on her back (uh-huh)
Try to get somewhere, she run track (uh-huh)
Niggas thinkin' they this and they that (uh-huh)
In the dark of the night I'm the bat (uh-huh)
That boy chest full of air, don't get flat (uh-huh, tss)
That's a Maybach just pulled to the front (uh-huh)
We allowed to smoke inhale 'em runtz (uh-huh)
Lil' bitch intelligent, brain she go dumb
Pull up like a elephant, trunk in the front
She said that celibate, but really be sellin' it
Peepin' her game, I sit back act lame
Smart nigga play dumb, but I'm really intelligent
Persona my etiquette
I pay the high drop a cool 25
Chrome heart Levis, had to step with some etiquette
Peddlin' medicine
Skratta pot cookin' rots in the stove, kitchen
White boy shooter like Cole Bennett
Pounds and bricks, take you down, hit a lick
Like Metro, take me through there
I don't care who there, I'ma go get it
Maxo C, like YKNIECE, I'm talkin' 'bout in it
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Ain't trippin' no dough, ho still let me hit it
Trigga Maxo, more hos than Duke Dennis
Put a tag in your toe like that Jordan five tennis
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Makin' money like Mitch had to fight the Rico
Face shot from a switch, lookin' like Rio
Lil' shawty she fine, and she down, and I love me a stud with a face that like Gio
I was fuckin' this bitch, and I start smellin' fish
Ask her, "What's that scent?" That's my B.O
Can't wife no hype, don't love no slut
Can't cut no thot like a P.O
I know he know I fucked his ho
Like BossMan, I keep it Dlow (shh)
These bitch niggas know how we comin' (uh)
Send my shooters at him like you London (soo)
Can't be runnin' his mouth
I could get him shot, but I beat him like Aaron the plumber (phew-phew)
Don't fuck with lil' Josh, like three pair of socks, I leave you six feet under (uh)
I'm not a liar, but sometimes I feel a shit 'cause I lie to my bitch in your honor (ay, ay, ay)
Do this shit with my eyes closed
Bitches in different time zones (ay)
If she say that I send her some money, I swear to God it's a typo
I like hos that like hos (uh)
Swear to God that's my type, ho (uh)
They like to suck on my dick while they kissin' each other
They roll me a joint long as Vic' Wembanyama
Big PMG know you see that shit on me
These bitch niggas know how we comin'
Long as I got a hip know I'ma keep my gun on it
Love doin' drugs but hate payin' for it
She give me the pussy, not payin' for it
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Smokin' a hunnid a gram, you can't afford it
Get high and stay in the house like Corey
Check the track, and I'm waitin' on the mail
I can't hit, but I'm signed to the scale
I remember I was sittin' in a cell
I paid that lil' bond, and I made me a sale
Fuck bitches sell bags on home day
Have you made 50K off one play?
I go monk in the piss, I go ape in the trap
So they callin' a nigga Harambe
Get a 50-pack gone off in one day
Big C, triple C, no gun play
These nigga wanna trap no more, so I'm feelin' like a outcast, call me Andre
Beat the pack out from Monday to Sunday
I got reek, get you ate like an entrée
Trunk loaded, she ridin' a Hyundai
Mafioso, they do what the don say
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Runnin' up money, keep pilin' ammunition
Nigga free weed, last thing I was missin'
Sellin' these bags, not fuckin' these bitches
You bitch nigga know how we comin'
Trap goin' ludicrous, throwin' these bows
Fire on high, cookin' shh on the stove
Let it cool down, put it right on the road
See me, gotta see this money (yeah)
Fuck niggas gotta see this money (haha)
My team, we ball, we runnin' (huh)
You bitch niggas know how we comin' (no)
See me, gotta see this money (yeah)
Fuck niggas gotta see this money (haha)
My team, we ball, we runnin' (yeah)
That boy been playin' with them racks (uh-huh)
Young man went got him a sack (uh-huh)
Put that boy bitch on her back (uh-huh)
Try to get somewhere, she run track (uh-huh)
Niggas thinkin' they this and they that (uh-huh)
In the dark of the night I'm the bat (uh-huh)
That boy chest full of air, don't get flat (uh-huh, tss)
That's a Maybach just pulled to the front (uh-huh)
We allowed to smoke inhale 'em runtz (uh-huh)
Lil' bitch intelligent, brain she go dumb
Pull up like a elephant, trunk in the front
She said that celibate, but really be sellin' it
Peepin' her game, I sit back act lame
Smart nigga play dumb, but I'm really intelligent
Persona my etiquette
I pay the high drop a cool 25
Chrome heart Levis, had to step with some etiquette
Peddlin' medicine
Skratta pot cookin' rots in the stove, kitchen
White boy shooter like Cole Bennett
Pounds and bricks, take you down, hit a lick
Like Metro, take me through there
I don't care who there, I'ma go get it
Maxo C, like YKNIECE, I'm talkin' 'bout in it
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Ain't trippin' no dough, ho still let me hit it
Trigga Maxo, more hos than Duke Dennis
Put a tag in your toe like that Jordan five tennis
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Makin' money like Mitch had to fight the Rico
Face shot from a switch, lookin' like Rio
Lil' shawty she fine, and she down, and I love me a stud with a face that like Gio
I was fuckin' this bitch, and I start smellin' fish
Ask her, "What's that scent?" That's my B.O
Can't wife no hype, don't love no slut
Can't cut no thot like a P.O
I know he know I fucked his ho
Like BossMan, I keep it Dlow (shh)
These bitch niggas know how we comin' (uh)
Send my shooters at him like you London (soo)
Can't be runnin' his mouth
I could get him shot, but I beat him like Aaron the plumber (phew-phew)
Don't fuck with lil' Josh, like three pair of socks, I leave you six feet under (uh)
I'm not a liar, but sometimes I feel a shit 'cause I lie to my bitch in your honor (ay, ay, ay)
Do this shit with my eyes closed
Bitches in different time zones (ay)
If she say that I send her some money, I swear to God it's a typo
I like hos that like hos (uh)
Swear to God that's my type, ho (uh)
They like to suck on my dick while they kissin' each other
They roll me a joint long as Vic' Wembanyama
Big PMG know you see that shit on me
These bitch niggas know how we comin'
Long as I got a hip know I'ma keep my gun on it
Love doin' drugs but hate payin' for it
She give me the pussy, not payin' for it
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Smokin' a hunnid a gram, you can't afford it
Get high and stay in the house like Corey
Check the track, and I'm waitin' on the mail
I can't hit, but I'm signed to the scale
I remember I was sittin' in a cell
I paid that lil' bond, and I made me a sale
Fuck bitches sell bags on home day
Have you made 50K off one play?
I go monk in the piss, I go ape in the trap
So they callin' a nigga Harambe
Get a 50-pack gone off in one day
Big C, triple C, no gun play
These nigga wanna trap no more, so I'm feelin' like a outcast, call me Andre
Beat the pack out from Monday to Sunday
I got reek, get you ate like an entrée
Trunk loaded, she ridin' a Hyundai
Mafioso, they do what the don say
You bitch niggas know how we comin'
Runnin' up money, keep pilin' ammunition
Nigga free weed, last thing I was missin'
Sellin' these bags, not fuckin' these bitches
You bitch nigga know how we comin'
Trap goin' ludicrous, throwin' these bows
Fire on high, cookin' shh on the stove
Let it cool down, put it right on the road