405 Lyrics

Aye I'm on the 405 I'm pushing closer to one hunnid

Got my blick under the seat I'm tryna figure out who want it

Turning anything to beef

I'm blowin steem

Everything had went to hell I needed something to relief

Soo

I'm inna streets hoee

My choppa different its shootin you to the beat ooh

It's gotta rhythm to it

Glock don't need a drum you up it imma have to beat you it

Talkin to my brothers bout the plan before we get into it

Money for everybody

Isn't just for Kenny and my granny it's for everybody

I'm sayin everybody

And that mean Anneisha too

Promises of taking care of the kids and someday all of you

Looking down from heavens pops I know you would be proud of me

18 rocking shows like imma vet and the whole crowd me

I could walk around in my own city my own town love me

I got real love up in the city give back wit them Millys

Imma keep on stacking paper till I give away a milly

It's real love it's real love

My goal is domination

Wouldn't wanna leave them at the table member they was hatin

Imma put the city on and more a legend in the making

Lately I been up inside the stu it's like a nigga baking

I didn't even mean to make a hit, I talk it then I make it

Red white and green up on my paper this shit is Jamaican

Aggravated

I been seeing red up top like maga made it

Activated

Glad that I'm not dead I don't know how I made it

I'm st. Patrick lucky

I got all the power

Build a tower

I just need a Tommy

Not talkin the homie

Talkin bullets that'll rip a lawyer

Line em up in order

Knock 'em down

I'm talkin dominos

Still be balling tho