i had money
way before the deal
still ain't got no deal
i'm flexing looking like a meal
everything i spit a hit
i flex like doctor phil
you ain't in the field
homies dying
boy you squeal
aye
i was gangster way before them glocks
grew up in the south ain't never banged another block
for bitch to see the hoe in you
your nigga was a opp
how you ain't a star
i'll beat you at the top
mac eleven heaven clip
hope you go to heaven bitch
ain't no back and forth
lambo straight up off the dealership
get some head and then i dip
stop
all that capping
running lip
i'm echelon
i'm off a zip
like a doll
bye bitch
backwood
just like me
some dirty and a sprite
let you pipe my bitches twice
my money long it made me nice
i got shit i never had
double digits do the math
bet that bitch ain't go to school
who she passing looking ass
bitches ain't gon' never pop
but tryna compete
don't fuck with goofy niggas
bitches
i like savages freaks
what's a team with dumb bitches
i be riding with heat
try to help these hoes
i failed
but they was aiming at me
cut throat killer bitch
slow
break a kilo
i'm a gang banger
real bitch
bout my pesos
gotta lay low
feds watching
wanna take my mans
don't you?
semi automatics
for niggas who be speaking on me
i had money
way before the deal
still ain't got no deal
i'm flexing looking like a meal
everything i spit a hit
i flex like doctor phil
you ain't in the field
homies dying
boy you squeal
aye
i was gangster way before them glocks
grew up in the south ain't never banged another block
for bitch to see the hoe in you
your nigga was a opp
how you ain't a star
i'll beat you at the top
let's talk about these bitches
how they capping
run them numbers up
asian doll
i'm never slacking
girl your really dumb
throwing gangs you don't know
i'm a real doll
ten toes on the floor
white bitch booted and she sniffing all the coke
roll a backwood
five grams in that hoe
texas lean gold
pussy sweeter than a roll
riding with your nigga he be pressing on my toes
blow you like a candle light
i get higher than a kite
bells in the mail
bitch you stupid
you can't spend the night
i got cheat codes to the game
that's why i'm winning
you a goofy when you fumble
that's why you losing
bullets hot like the sun
targets make you run
put a beam on that bitch
target from the sun
all these bitches wanna do is just wash away
how they fuck you ride around with a pussy 8?
i had money
way before the deal
still ain't got no deal
i'm flexing looking like a meal
everything i spit a hit
i flex like doctor phil
you ain't in the field
homies dying
boy you squeal
aye
i was gangster way before them glocks
grew up in the south ain't never banged another block
for bitch to see the hoe in you
your nigga was a opp
how you ain't a star
i'll beat you at the top