Artist: → Cyrus Carter
Tell ’em stop playing with me
It could get grimy for a lot of you hoes
And that goes for anybody who feel offended
Bitch
Came with the AK, Glock
Long story short, Imma make shit pop
Came from a little, had to make it a lot
Walk up in the bank and deposit a knot (x2)
Uh
Pop up on you like a wheelie
Tryna act funny I might have to slap you silly
This shit could get gritty
I can cut you off and I won’t ever feel pity
I’m a bad bitch
I always got the newest
Every dollar that I make you know it is the blue-est
You always looking foolish
He said he want me toot it
I denied his ass twice, he still trying shoot it
Act fugaze
I just won’t speak
Thought I was a trick but he ain’t getting the trеat
If he think he’s getting through to mе, he’s getting a beep
I’m finna reload the clip and then I’m making a sweep
They mad, they ain’t paid
Every time I step out, they be throwing the shade
I just sit back and laugh and count the money I made
Both middle fingers up, I’m smoking medical grade
Came with the AK, Glock
Long story short, Imma make shit pop
Came from a little, had to make it a lot
Walk up in the bank and deposit a knot (x2)