July 30th

(JR)

Did the math on all these niggas, somethin' here ain't addin' up

We used to sit inside the trap with zaza, nigga, and bag it up

We ain't have no sacks, all these dusty hoes would laugh at us

My girl bad as ****, she need a punishment, she actin' up

She bend over, back it up, your last tape was wack as ****

I just bought a Lambo' truck just to pick my spirits up

R.I.P. my fallen soldiers, they all near and dear to us

They respect, they fear in us, only place to go is up

Mask the pain, I'm pourin' up

Pussy nigga seen a body and on the scene, he started throwin' up

Opps mad we blowin' up

Nigga, ain't no ho in us

Only thing I wonder is how the **** the love turn to hate so quick?

Yeah

We got commas, we don't stress

Always workin', never rest

And got bags on private jets

I wanna dive inside your legs

Kickin' shit and countin' velour

Every night, I'm crashin', and the next day, act like I never knew her

I keep three or four shooters

Niggas hear them pipes 'cause we push muscle cars, yeah

Jealous that I been countin' triple y'all, yeah

First this shit was mini, but now it's bigger, dawg, yeah

R.I.P. my rounds, I swear I'm missin' y'all

Every song be hard, that boy don't miss at all

When the gang come spin, them boys won't miss at all, bitch

We gon' come for blood, so nigga, don't diss at all

I'm just tryna be an agent like I'm Rich Paul

Bein' too nice to niggas, man, that's probably one of my biggest flaws

Tryna perfect my craft this week, I'm focused, I won't answer calls

Two of my partners beefin', it went too far, it's too late to get involved

Loaded up on weapons just to make sure all my problems solved

Drop a four inside a twenty, I'ma watch the drank dissolve

All this money got me shopping daily at the nicest mall

Don't take pride in bein' broke, if it's up, you know it's smoke

Now we flyin' first class, at first, we ain't have no hope

At first we ain't have no hope (I swear to God)

In that water, we ain't have no boat

From the jungle, no petting zoo, but they call me the G.O.A.T.

Luwhop, ah

2020 'Vette with 3LT, I'ma wrap it matte purple

Chopper with me, no NLE, shit is only like a fat person

Niggas that I used to feed wanna see me back hurtin'

Who them niggas wanna be, bitch, I'm really that person

Where gats burstin', back floatin' through that rack lurchin'

Tell rappers be aware when they come here, 'cause we snatch purses

I could go and step out by myself or let this sack murk 'em

Deals with the cartel, ain't no squares in my Black Circle

Went did a bid 'cause I used to ride for my shit

Ex-bitch made so many jail visits, she got tired of my shit

Now you see me draped in Prada so you proud of me, bitch?

But I got a brand new model bitch to come and swallow this dick

Now I got that money, baby, but that's an understatement

Blowin' Obama Runtz up in the conference with that Nation

Dressed in all purple in Baltimore like the Ravens

Don't make money, it don't make sense, too rich to make greatness

All-black Ferrari Spider, that's that eight shit

Credit A1 when it come to bodies, I don't pay shit

And I'm in that H right now, but I'm smokin' on LA shit

Weed you on givin' coronavirus 'cause I don't taste shit

On Instagram, she fly as shit, in reality, that bitch a nat

Your views and streams be high as a bitch, in reality, you still a rat

Strapped up like rides in a theme park, prayin' that I make it back

Alexander McQueen scarf tied around a mini MAC (Luwhop)