April 25th Lyrics

Uh-huh

Yeah

This that Money Team Bros shit

Niggas on that gangsta shit

But ain't got no bodies

I been on some single shit

I don't need nobody

Twenty freak bitches in the hotel lobby

I'm dodging twelve, dodging hoes

I'm dodging paparazzi

I had my... I had my

Aight, let's do it

I had my Cartier shades on

But she still saw me

She be throwing all that ass

She a home body

Can't count no cash 'round that thot

She a hoe probably

If he ain't getting no bread

You can't hang around me

Promethazine and ice tea make bakpack drowsy

I can't beef around with a rapper

Y'all is too lousy

And I been getting paid bitch

You can't talk about me

One bitch block me I'm still ballin'

Yeah, they gotta foul me

Too much work, too much time

I need three accountants

All this countin' I lost count

The only time I pout

House in the hills

The mountains by antenna towers

She know I'm lit

I got the mojo baby, Austin Powers

She throw a fit, don't give her money

Now she looking sour

I told my brother shoot it up

If I ain't back in an hour

Thought we would cuddle

I bust her bubble I just bust her back

I call the huddle, Cam the coach

bakpack the quarterback

Hit from the back I felt like Thugger

My bitch saying "Slatt"

I mean mug her when I'm mad

But she looking sad

I hit the Krash and then I crash

What the fuck is that?

We wasn't trippin' bout pandemics

We been wearing masks

Uh, uh

It ain't in you, you can't fake it

Man, this shit for real

We off the gas, we off the drink

But we don't pop no pills

Triple double from the field

And I keep a steel

I got this Off White like Jaleel

Family Matters still

I been tryna get this paper

Stack my bread up

She ask me do I want it sloppy

Give her thumbs up

And when it's up, you know its

Ain't gotta finish that

Let me run it back

MTB runningback

Should I keep that?

Yeah, bet, aight, come on

I swear my dope boy swag go crazy

Realest nigga on my team, my ol' lady

If you want it, it's for sale

We been gassin' on them bales

Make me happy like Pharrell

She ride it like it's training wheels

Roll that gas up

I tried to give it up

I'm a relapser

I cannot give it up

Told her pull her mask up

Then told her back up

I need six feet

We like to walk on beats

We stayed out the streets

We had to dodge the... uh

She drippin' like a leak

I had to find her... ouu

Aye man, say man

Aight, I'm I'm done bruh like

You heard what he said nigga

This that MTB shit man, aye

Stay tuned nigga

We ain't finished

Bitch