Revenue 2 Lyrics
No, I don't fuck with you
Counting my chips on my revenue
I'm with my gang yeah i’m with (?)
We get you popped just like a balloon
Pulling up it's a heart attack
F1 grenade at your feet you can't throw it back
Feeling like I'm Glaive smoking on this pack
Walk in the function with guns in my backpack
Yeah, know I keep an AR with a 30 clip
Steady talking talking shit but I'm still fucking on your bitch
Say I'm not bout it but I keep them dicks
Better watch out get you popped like a zit
No, I don't know you
No need for launchers 'cause we just gon' fold you
Cry on the timeline need someone to hold you
You keep on coming back thought that we told you
AP rounds and they're going through you car
I'm stepping out with the FAL and the SCAR
To be honest I don't wanna be a star
I'm living life while you live out your car