A LOT

A LOT

OF COURSE

You on lock, so your paper just stopped
Go to Heaven, now you can greet PAC
You got leverage well bitch I got rocks
Like I’m Roddy, bitch I’m in the box
Independent, I move with the stocks
You can’t touch me, you might just get popped
Yea you got followers, Where’s the Guap?
This nigga got lucky, I hear that A lot

Send a couple shots, coz a nigga barely breathing
Hollup, gettting Chequed, that’s the season
I been in my bag and I know it’s that season
They fumbled the bag, going broke for no reason
Lick after lick, Cheque after Cheque
Another one coming yea bitch we the best
You know we stay plotting
You know we don’t rest
I got a new hobby and I love having sex
I do what I do, I don’t do what I’m told
You posting that shit, bitch I know that it’s old
I’m stacking this cheese, I can see it got mold
I gotta do me, bitch I gotta be bold
She wanted to leave, left her ass in the cold
She belong to the streets, but my nigga you cold
I sold her some dreams cause she wanted to kick it, her ass coming back but I told her it’s sold

Send a couple shots coz a nigga barely breathing
Hollup, getting chequed, that’s the season
Saw a couple shots but the nigga already bleeding
Hollup, going broke for no reason
Lick after lick, Cheque after Cheque
Another one coming yea bitch we the best
Lick after lick, Cheque after Cheque
You gotta pay up, there’s a price on your head

You on lock, so your paper just stopped
Go to Heaven, now you can greet PAC
You got leverage well bitch I got rocks
Like I’m Roddy, bitch I’m in the box
Independent, I move with the stocks
You can’t touch me, you might just get popped
Yea you got followers, Where’s the Guap?
This nigga got lucky, I hear that A lot

A GLOCK TO THE HEAD
PISTOL PACKING FOR THE BREAD
I DONT FEEL NO FEAR I WANT GLOCKS NO TEARS IN MY HOUSE
FUCK AROUND AND LEAVE YOU IN THE SOUTH
BIG GANG BIG GUNS GOT BOOGERS ON THERE FACE AND SHE LIKE HOW I TASTE SHE WANNA FREAK ME
I WANT A CONVERSION GLOCK NUMBER NINE TO THE HEAD THEN WE HEAD OUT A SPACESHIP
LICK AFTER LICK CHEQUE AFTER CHEQUE MY COCAINES ARE WHITE AS BUEGGETS WHITE AS A STRETCH
RIGHT AFTER THAT WE GONE LEAVE AND FINESSE FOR ANOTHER ROUND YEHH

UNO DOS DRES IM WITH DRAE SATIV
NO STRESS I GOT THAT CHEESE STACKING UP IN MY CLOSET A FEATURE I FEEL A DEPOSIT NO DIAMONDS ON SIGHT THE LADIES OW MY
MY BRAIN TOO COCKY FEEL THAT SPRITE

SEND A COUPLE SHOTS CAUSE A NIGGA BARELY BREATHING

You on lock, so your paper just stopped
Go to Heaven, now you can greet PAC
You got leverage well bitch I got rocks
Like I’m Roddy, bitch I’m in the box
Independent, I move with the stocks
You can’t touch me, you might just get popped
Yea you got followers, Where’s the Guap?
This nigga got lucky, I hear that A lot