D4R Lyrics

Man, that boy Jacob tough What the fuck

Niggas Know what the fuck goin on PFK

Goo, Goo, Goo

Woke up to a check and after that I got some

neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net

Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet

I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that

Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back

Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them all cut me a check

If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck

Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect

I'ma buy her new purses since she love to hold my Glocks in em

I'm the mailman, pass it to me she like Stockton

Yo smoke is my smoke so we locked in, See a nigga try to play with you now he fox 10

Bro said he got his chop on em aint no boxin

Caught him in the store, took his soul, he got shoplifted

Tell me why the fuck would I stop for my watch pissy

You ain't gotta hate to these hoes, just say I'm gifted

I don't give a fuck bout a roll, I need nine digits

I can never beef over hoes, strictly slime business

I don't too much fuck with niggas, rather be around fine bitches

They the ones who gon' give me my flowers and remind niggas

Woke up to a check and after that I got some

neck he a gentlemen in private get so violent on the net

Be so fly, step outside, feel like the pilot of a jet

I love a bitch who bout a bag, I feel like Kai when she send that

Have my money on arrival, I'ma go straight to the back

Set the wave for all these rappers, tell them go cut me a check

If I said it, then I meant it, facin' smoke straight to the neck

Bitch I never had no chill, now who want die bout they respect