800 Away Lyrics

I've been plottin' up on a million I'm like 800 away

I like fuckin' bad bitches I ain't never want no cape

I can't never say no hoes all I'm savin' is my profit

I was trappin' since 14 now I got all my teachers shoppin

Got my city on my back ain't no way I'm goin' broke

I don't gotta make a hit I know how to swing a door

I got hustle in my blood my granddaddy was the GOAT

On the South I made a killing I brought Cali to Woodley road

I ain't trippin' on no bitch they be tender by these hoes

Every day a different whip cause I know these niggas tellin

17 up on my hip shoot this bitch like JJ Reddit

All I smoke is rapper weed I want 200 a seven

He say all his bags off I still a shawt ya cause I'm petty

Know this lil' bitch fanned off she wanna fuck me with my necklace

I got all my chains on give a fuck bout where we at

Leave your pussy at the house bitch just pull up with your neck

I been plottin' up on a million I'm like 800 in the way

I like fuckin' bad bitches I ain't never want no cape

I can't never say no hoes all I'm savin' is my profit

I was trappin' since 14 now I got all my teachers shoppin

Got my city on my back ain't no way I'm goin' broke

I don't gotta make a hit I know how to swing a door

I got hustle in my blood my granddaddy was the GOAT

On the South I made a killing I brought Cali to Woodley road

Pick this shit up out the field niggas telegram shoppin

Really got a bad habit I be fuckin' up my profit

Spent the 20 on designer you know fat put on that stuff

Put a 20 on your head it ain't shit to get you touched

Don't come fumblin' on that side you hear that? He click that button

I'm on point 24 hours I got shooters in the cut

Don't get caught up in that light I get nasty with that drac

Nigga mad ain't got no motion I'm like 800 way

I been plottin' up on a million I'm like 800 in the way

I like fuckin' bad bitches I ain't never want no cape

I can't never say no hoes all I'm savin' is my profit

I was trappin' since 14 now I got all my teachers shoppin

Got my city on my back ain't no way I'm goin' broke

I don't gotta make a hit I know how to swing the door

I got hustle in my blood my granddaddy was the GOAT

On the South I made a killer I brought Cali to Woodley road