prod @makemeapromise
##E3


(lyrics)
sending shots like a depot
they gon see me on a stage not no kino 
bitch i keep my wallet fat like it’s keto 
n i’m making hella cash i shot him down in reno

if she catching feelings then it’s over
he so broke he standing on his money 
he look lower 
i swear i’m running outta luck i need a clover 
n after bags im always running like a motor 

sum1 pls crack a window 
swear this whole room smell like gas
i’m boutta hit my crescendo 
i’m sick of coming in last 
he said “pull up”
so i do it
man this ain’t no nike tech 
n i do not fw ur music 
had 2 keep that boy in check...

bitch i fill my lungs up with anything but air
my bitch said she like me pretty
 let her do my hair 
now we aiming wit precision
couldn’t miss a hair
cop sum designer jus 2 buy n not even 2 wear 
i got red vans 
i got red hair
he gon die young
if he can’t take the pressure 
smoking hella pressure 
smoke that shit until my head hurt
smoke that shit until my 
ugh

2 much cash make a depot
they gon see me on a stage not no kino
bitch i keep my wallet fat like it’s keto
n i’m making johnny cash 
shot lil bro down in reno

bitch i did it on my own i didn’t need no help 
all my money do is grow i did it by myself
load the choppa up wit bullets 
let it rain n hail 
flip a pack
double cash 
luh bitch i made a sale

she don’t get no luv she get libido 
n i been making hella green it’s not no eco 
lil bro talking on my name 
he stroke my ego 
now i’m rly out 4 blood like a mosquito 

made it out the other side 
she said she want me
but she get denied 
i’m doing better than u ever did 
i don’t gotta try
i put my feelings aside 
i put my-
He can run his mouth i’m busy running 2 the checks 
always on that grind
i dont sleep like insomniac 
bitch i’m swerving in a fucking pontiac
bullets hit his cardiac 
when i hop on that shit n kill a beat 
like i’m a fucking zodiac

i turn a 5 into a 20 turn a 20 to a 50
gimme the pack n i might flip it
gimme a bag n imma flip it 
my bitch n me got distance

sum1 pls crack a window 
swear this whole room smell like gas
i’m boutta hit my crescendo 
i’m sick of coming in last 
he said “pull up”
so i do it
man this ain’t no nike tech 
n i do not fw ur music 
had 2 keep that boy in check...

bitch i fill my lungs up with anything but air
my bitch said she like me pretty
 let her do my hair 
now we aiming wit precision
couldn’t miss a hair
cop sum designer jus 2 buy n not even 2 wear 
woah woah 
woah woah 
woah 
woah

h3lla (Surgeon)

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