Dividend Lyrics

G23 and a G40 I'm clutching my heat

In that AMG and I'm blowing tree

And I swear I can't see

Riding round sipping wock got all this pain on me

And it tore me down when you died

I swear i can't be

And now it's a dividend

I didn't want this shit to end

I'm stepping in Vetements

I get that pape' no letterman

If you talking shit gon spin that bin

I had to do that shit again

I had to hit that plug he Mexican

He throw that pack no Texans

And I'm gon' flourish

That choppa hit em it disperse

I hit up Saks know I'm gon splurge

In that SRT can't hit no curb

I'm off that lean and I'm gon swerve

And we pouring tris in the sprinter van

Ran up my bands these niggas mad

I swear these niggas they going out sad ohh

And I'm stepping in new Vetements

I had to do this shit again

Talking shit gon' spin that bin

I had to do that shit again

Stepping in new Vetements

I get that pape' no letterman

And I'm flexing but this shit was hard

And y'all don't know that

Sipping codeine and Perrier

With a bad hoe from Chiraq

He a broke boy i don't know his name

This niggas hate I know that

I'm in that picture frame like a Kodak

My whip got horses no Bojack

Glide in that 392 that Scatpack

I miss my bro i wish he came back

If a nigga speak down push his hat back

I'm abusing the wock

I ain't touching the beer

And the love fake it's so clear

God and my Glock i can't fear

And this ain't Robitussin

These niggas hate ain't on none

I know they ain't on none

Don't know what is going on

Oh no i pulled up GLE

You niggas broke ain't seeing me

Fina take your girl to the BnB

And i miss my bro it's killing me

Fina scratch her off of my list

I can take her to the island

Put in work to get where i did

And this life it be enticing

I don't need no one beside me

Thinking bout you it got me crying

You a star and you so blinding

The rubber bands got the racks binding

G23 and a G40 I'm clutching my heat

In that AMG and I'm blowing tree

And I swear I can't see

Riding round sipping wock got all this pain on me

And it tore me down when you died

I swear i can't be

And now it's a dividend

I didn't want this shit to end

I'm stepping in Vetements

I get that pape' no letterman

If you talking shit gon spin that bin

I had to do that shit again

I had to hit that plug he Mexican

He throw that pack no Texans

And I'm gon' flourish

That choppa hit em it disperse

I hit up Saks know I'm gon splurge

In that SRT can't hit no curb

I'm off that lean and I'm gon swerve

And we pouring tris in the sprinter van

Ran up my bands these niggas mad

I swear these niggas they going out sad ohh