Please don't call my phone
The streets hot, everybody snitching
Its too much going on
Keep it low key
Please don't call my phone
Its too much going on
Throw them racks on [?] put it on yo face
Fucking pussy nigga throw the body in the lake
We sold the crack on the corner then our boss came
I got the rollie and the beamer see my [?]
I bought 2 benzes on the mofucking same day
I think you niggas [?] shoot em in the face
I rubber band my money like I'm still selling yay
I'm on [?]
I'm on the drank I swear the shit help me [?]
A million dollars nigga when I walk I grab a take
A trillion dollars nigga middle fingers to the fed
I gave a lot of rappers wife I'm bout to take away
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Wesley Weston, Robert Jr.
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