Built A Campaign ft. Almighty Kyza & GetCuddy Lyrics

SDMg, mane!

Almighty

ACG, 1517, shit

1800

Shook my lil' bitch on the shoulder that I had to wake up

I told her it was money over bitches and she don't make enough

She mad as hell, she got eye boogers and shit was cakin' up

I told the bitch that I'm from the turf and I don't play with mud

Said I'm on that money, shit, you know I'm on the same thing

Like, why y'all niggas hatin' on a nigga in his own lane

I can't even hate on a nigga, I do my own thing

I can't even hate on a nigga that ain't got his own chain

Bitch, drink it straight out the bottle, this ain't no champagne

Bitch, just shut up and swallow I mean, the whole gang

Bitch, you on the team and you not, I built the campaign

SDMg x ACG, that's gang gang

My right wrist glow in the dark, should call some mobile home

My father old school, still bustin' moves off a mobile phone

You better know who you be talkin' to, better watch your tone

My homie throwin' bullets from far away like he Pat Mahomes

Nigga trap ain't dead, huh, alright

Nigga trap ain't dead, they leavin' trap alone

I am not that kid, they left me home alone

I can never bust off head, she be slurpin' long

They just let me go out of prison, I need a chirp phone

Nigga, you like five years late, I'ma put you on

But wait, I got an Android though, I need a iPhone

I'ma show a nigga how to go and get his block on

Beamer boy, 530i, the color hot sauce

All my niggas rich and you mad, my nigga's not yours

All my niggas got throwaways, them phones not yours

I had a bitch from Puerto Rico, my tongue roll with R's

How you gon' tell me how to drive but never drove a car?

How you gon' go that far and got Lyft home

I just like to hit 1-9 and get my drift phone

I'm just tryin' to hit some fine and get my spliff on

My bitch love my hit from behind, she said my dick long

Bitch, I'ma say cuss words, this ain't a kid zone

The rocks my nigga get cut, he got it like Flintstone

I bet she gon' touch all angles like a sprint phone

Told her don't move, so I put her in the headlock

I'm just tryin' to do Flintstones, make bedrock

I'm just tryin' to get in my zone and the FEDs not

I ain't coochie man, but I beat it till she fed up

Shook my lil' bitch on the shoulder that I had to wake up

I told her it was money over bitches and she don't make enough

She mad as hell, she got eye boogers and shit was cakin' up

I told the bitch that I'm from the turf and I don't play with mud

Said I'm on that money, shit, you know I'm on the same thing

Like, why y'all niggas hatin' on a nigga in his own lane

I can't even hate on a nigga, I do my own thing

I can't even hate on a nigga that ain't got his own chain

Bitch, drink it straight out the bottle, this ain't no champagne

Bitch, just shut up and swallow I mean, the whole gang

Bitch, you on the team and you not, I built the campaign

SDMg x ACG, that's gang gang