Him

Run up a milli then hop out the cut with the vert

They hit my line for the work 

Sticks like the Navy 

On top of these niggas live gravy 

Gave them the route like i'm Brady 

She think ima cheater 

She think I fuck with a eater

Cut that hoe off I don't need her 

Run up that money for D then I split with my team and I promise I ain't here for the fame 

I put a Rollie on niggas who never had money they only goin bang for the gang 

They told me Jaywall you rapping, you capping, you made it and came back and act like you changed 

Maybe I changed cause they never believed in dreams and the things that I set to achieve 

We never having the money on Christmas, I told my lil brother we got to believe 

How ima sleep when they fighting with bullets they killing the rested a stepper lil Steve 

His momma she worried he all in the streets with that work after church he went straight to the G 

Jeans on me Miri

Glock on me holding a 30 

Creep on that nigga we sent a few hoes they my birdies 

They keep me in the rotation 

They let me know where the money and jewelry located 

Call me the preacher 

This ain't a Hem it's a Demon 

Straight to the bank cause I need it 

We hit the Sax 

We spent like 30 on racks on the Gucci they ain't even release yet 

You giving up on the rapping but you putting time into trapping 

You rather work 

You stay in the dirt 

You rather be on a shirt

Bitch I don't get it 

If I talk my shit like i'm Wendy and all my designer is Fendi 

Keys to the Bentley 

Cartier eyes they ain't friendly 

Ain't with the talking the Woo lady see where I'm headed 

I got you right on the ropes 

Hit you like Tyson the goat 

We getting faded 

Hop on the beat like It's baby 

Hoe suck the crew for relation 

Bto shit yea i'm cooking 

Heating up like i'm a oven 

You better put on a muffin 

I gave your hoe everything cause she grew up with nothing 

She get whatever she wanted 

Just dropped a song now these niggas they hitting my DM

Charge them like 10 for the feature 

Send me the cash ima wake up and walk on the beat 

Send you the song in the PM 

Ain't talking murder 

We leave a nigga unheard of 

He on the back of the milk 

We leaving shells like a turtle 

Did a 110 

I taught my shooter to hurdle 

Hop out the Burban security clutching the pole 

He got a license to lay down a nigga who think that they  funny and act like a joke 

I kinda see why you really don't like me you think that you icy I'm melting you down 

I got your manger all in my DM like i'm on a pedestal you on the ground 

I got your momma she clapping for me like she knew all the words to my song like a vow 

I know i'm making her proud 

She said to be everything that you said you goin be 

You steady letting her down 

I'm really sorry for taking the shine that you needed I guess you can say i'm conceded 

Hopped on the track then I upload straight to the G got bitches recording the screen 

Bto get racks 

We bought out half of the club

Just so the women can enter the building and we say the Henny is covered on us