my bro slide w arps & send shi up
you wan bang it out wit me boy try ya luck
she ask i got fye on me ofc its tucked
ye im tryn pop out amgs & bentley trucks 
& if u my bro u locked wit me lets get these bucks
i done been robbing niggas since i was 13 ts ain nun
she wan ride wit me so we getting so high touching da sun
these aint robin jeans but im still fly in these undercover junts
im in ts junt kickin shi wit vol rolling up joints facing blunts
ye she a bad lil hoe so i might just get her what she want
step out vetments coat me & prano on a trip to Milan
i can not trust these hoes neva let a groupie bitch have my son
he need slow his role everything these niggas doing i done done
she like you to cold typa nigga go moncler in sun
neva counting 1s 
im doing what i want
my bro slide w arps & send shi up
you wan bang it out wit me boy try ya luck
she ask i got fye on me ofc its tucked
ye im tryn pop out amgs & bentley trucks 
& if u my bro u locked wit me lets get these bucks
i done been robbing niggas since i was 13 ts ain nun
she wan ride wit me so we getting so high touching da sun
these aint robin jeans but im still fly in these undercover junts
im in ts junt kickin shi wit vol rolling up joints facing blunts
ye she a bad lil hoe so i might just get her what she want
step out vetments coat me & prano on a trip to Milan

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Lyrics

CHORUS

Niggas always hating cause I'm number one, yeah
Treat a nigga squad like it's 1v1, yeah
Running up the cash counting guap is fun
Hopping back inside the booth I'm eating every beat for lunch, yeah
I'm getting a bag what you hating for
Diamonds on my chain cause I been slaving for it
Don't play with my name cause we ain't playing boy
Feeling glued to the cash I won't change boy, yeah

VERSE

You can't hang with the gang if you come with a problem
We on the top of this shit we don't got any time for no troll
If he run up we pop him
That shit going grraw, grraw, grraw
Got a problem we aiming that shit at his noggin
That shit at his top, top, top
870 going up tryna stop us
That boy getting dropped, dropped, dropped
These niggas thinking that this shit is sweet I promise it's not
Go in the booth I might need me a fan cause everything I make is hot
I don't give a fuck if they mad or not they know that my shit on the top
Challenging me make me laugh a lot they know a young nigga a boss
Why they want me falling
Young nigga run up the money to get me a foreign
If you not making money then your shit is boring
If you not making no money then that shit is, yeah
You can't speak on me if you don't know me
We cannot be friends hell nah we ain't homies
I just want the cash get some diamonds put them on me
I don't need no friends do it all by my lonely, yeah

PRE-CHORUS

I know niggas want me falling
Got them jealous cause I'm balling
All my niggas round me gon' be all in
I'm gonna make it I can promise
They know a young nigga solid
I'm gonna make it regardless

CHORUS

Niggas always hating cause I'm number one, yeah
Treat a nigga squad like it's 1v1, yeah
Running up the cash counting guap is fun
Hopping back inside the booth I'm eating every beat for lunch, yeah
I'm getting a bag what you hating for
Diamonds on my chain cause I been slaving for it
Don't play with my name cause we ain't playing boy
Feeling glued to the cash I won't change boy, yeah

VERSE

Get the bag keep it coming
Chasing cash keep it running
We the best niggas bummy
My body flash diamonds on me
Niggas know I'm him for real
Back in the booth I'm back on the grind
I'm talking my shit for real
I'll never beef with a nigga that's close to me over no bitch for real
If you sensitive over these bitches then fuck it
It is what it is for real
Cause I'll never trip bout a bitch for real
If somebody swing on my nigga then I swing on him
Then I swing on him cause that's how it is for real
If I know that he fake I might let him get snuck
I could care less if he getting killed for real
If it's not about some cash I don't want it
Only dreaming bout the cash it's all I wanted yeah, yeah
Riding with the gang they know how we rolling
Takeover the game they know how we coming yeah, yeah
Go to the top here I go
I'm on the top of this shit I'm a pro
Let somebody try me burn him like some toast
Put on where I'm from that's 870
I got a stick that'll get someone gone
Stick coming out and it take someone soul
It's better off if you just leave me alone
Or the stick coming out and that shit going boom

OUTRO

Yeah, yeah
Boom
Yeah, yeah
Boom

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