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Grah, grah, boom
Get Money
Bizzy, uh, look

Still up on the block (Still up on the what)
Still got thirty shots, still got hella knots
They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah)
Uh, still up bending blocks, still will make it hot
This sh*t ain't gon' stop (Facts)
Uh, f*ck on any thot
They let my shooter out the box
Yeah, you know Molly on the rock (What Uh)
These niggas know we don't play
This sh* t no rap money
This designer weed and a bunch of SBA
This be that trap money, get you slapped money
Got your b*tch all in my face (Woo)
I'm just stuck up in my ways
Wearing Gucci like it's J's
We ain't get no lemonade
I got shooters with me on court
Shooting like they be up in the A
Niggas with me wanted to be ball players
Now they rapping every day
Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze)
Now my spliff full of dead niggas
Leeky gon' smoke 'em to the face
Just a wild nigga with some money now
Do a hit up out the Wraith
Uh, sticks we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them)
Ah, ah, yeah that's 'cause and them (Ay yo, said that)
Who them niggas We don't f*ck with them
He jacking what He a double ten
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say what's up to them
All the opp niggas, suck a d*ck
B*tch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trying to put her hands in it
Glock on me, got a stance with it
Uh, so you know I can't dance
Dior shipment, got it coming from France
She wanna f*ck but she don't got a chance, like
Uh, I see these niggas tryna copy waves
You will get boxed for tryna come and fade
We gonna bite to get you out the way
He might say a joke but he ain't trying to play, like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah)
We done spinned and did a bunch of sh*t
I can never say what's up to them
All the opp niggas, suck a d*ck
B*tch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty tryna put her hands in it