Pull-up to the motherfuckin scene
With an automatic
Paff and mill west on the beat
It's already a classic
I know couple ops
Ready to slide
But I ain't stressing
I got yellow diamonds
On my chain you know how we flexin'
Why you always hating in
Money what we taking in
Pull-up and we spraying in
Killing everybody men
I can never stop
I be grinding all my life
I be working everyday
And I be robbing in the night
If my koesin fucking needs me I am there
I ain't thinking twice
Fuck around and die you motherfuckers
How you pay the price
I don't wanna hear a single word
That is my advice
Cooking shit, selling white
Send you bitch to paradise
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm with mill west
AK47 on your chest, aim it real fast
And your bitch ass, giving head during breakfast
Diamonds on my chain on my watch is a ice pair
Brr brr brr brr brr like it's ice cold
Free all my brothers they be locked up in the -
Straight from morocco all my - they all loco
Fuckin with my money and i turnin to a psycho
I be turnin into psycho, i be pull up with a dracos
If you tryna fuck my money, i be turn you to a hobos
Sending gift to motherfucker feel like santa be like hohohoho
Do not give a fuck to the bitches, either hoe hoe
I don't give a fuck about a guns
Bout the money that you have
Mill west with the gang, gonna take you to the rest
RIP to ops, cause my bullet they gon chase
You call me im the trainer, cause my shooting never mess
I keep all my ops close
Walkin thru the night fogs
Keep all my rhymes cold
Leave undetected like a ghost
Mill west and paff finna do this with the eyes closed
If you speakin music, we the two you listen to the most
Slide in my dms, and i give em what's the price (uh)
Bitch be so empty, they don't even send replies (uh)
They know all my lyrics, when they read em, they feel nice (uh)
You think im a goodman, i kill people 'fore the sunrise
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm with mill west
AK47 on your chest, aim it real fast
And your bitch ass, giving head during breakfast
Diamonds on my chain on my watch is a ice pair
Brr brr brr brr brr like it's ice cold
Free all my brothers they be locked up in the -
Straight from morocco all my - they all loco
Fuckin with my money and i turnin to a psycho