Rearview Lyrics

Different hoes in different cities I hit they phone like what you want

Plug sent a thousand pounds he knowin' that I get him gone

Beef with us, come gamble with your life, that ain't last long

Pretty bitch know I get paid, she tryna see what I be on

Hit the gas and I go fast, got karma in my rearview

I ride big, God don't fear no man, go ask my girl, he ain't scared to shoot

Chrome hearts on my shirt, I used to be broke, now I get to pick and choose

Still be in the streets, I ain't gon' lie, don't think I'll blow soon

First on one of them ones, I'm gettin' keys, I'm fuckin' with Sean

Niggas be cappin', ain't did what they say in they song

Ask about ace, they know what I'm on

Trap jumpin', you look at my phone

Bad bitches, I hit and I'm gone

Nigga wanna beef, come meet the reaper, you won't get no song

Bro had went to jail, he made the news, this ain't nothin' new

Seventeen inside my cell, I should've my ass to school

Model bitches in my DM, I can't lie, I hit a few

I done tightened up my business, you can't find out who I screw

What the hell I gotta lose? What the hell I gotta prove

Know I drop that bag, them youngins pull up, they gon' creep on you

Pretty bitch and ratchet bitch, I like my hoes by the two

Switch switch up his plans, lets show that nigga what the hell we do

Different hoes in different seas, I hit they phone like what you want

Plugged and sent a thousand pounds, he knowin' that I get him gone

Beef with us, come gamble with your life, that ain't last long

Pretty bitch know I get paid, she tryna see what I be on

Hit the gas and I go fast, got karma in my rear view

I rock fear of god , don't fear, no man go ask, my granny ain't scared to shoot

Chrome hearts on my shirt, I used to be broke, now I get to pick and choose

Still be in the streets, I ain't gon' lie, don't think I'll blow soon

Fuck a diss, cause we got sticks, I'm tryna break his bones

Go and ask my mama, ain't no cap, I made a hundred off my phone

Me and migo tight, he sent a hundred, I don't need no loan

Know I got a bitch, so we be creepin', no pics on my phone

Fuck a show, I'm gettin' loads, don't care if I blow

Rap nigga wanna diss me, I ain't trippin', no, we a ho

Know I run with snakes, if he a rat, we don't wipe your nose

Baggy clothes, I'm talkin', hand me down, now it's designer clothes

Different hoes in different cities, I hit they phone like what you want

Plugged and sent a thousand pounds, he knowin' that I get him gone

Beef with us, come gamble with your life, that ain't last long

Pretty bitch know I get paid, she tryna see what I be on

Hit the gas and I go fast, got karma in my rearview

I rock fear of god , don't fear, no man go ask, my granny ain't scared to shoot

Chrome hearts on my shirt, I used to be broke, now I get to pick and choose

Still be in the streets, I ain't gon' lie, don't think I'll blow soon