Wolfing ft. T.Burna Lyrics

Wolfin' on that gram, tell em to come and get me

Me and T. Gramectakin' all theyvmoney

Broke as a joke on the block

And you think I'ma stay broke

Then you niggas smoking rocks

Wolfin' on that gram, tell em to come and get me

Me and T. Grams takin' all they money

Broke as a joke on the block

And you think I'ma stay broke

Then you niggas smoking rocks

Get some chips from ock

Get some top, really knocked off my socks

Really from the bottom, really how bad it can Get why stop

One million streams calling it now then ill pop

Swervin' in Hondas, aimin' with the Glocks

Runnin' up the score and its changin' like the stocks

Lay the body in the water, drop out of the docks

Yeah, I know I'm hot

I got signed, been around 20 savages

I need a lot, play the block, duck the cops

Nigga playin', nigga, no I'm not

He a rat and he ain't here for the cheese

And these niggas want the crimes

Then he leave you with them pleas

Run it up, run it up

Ain't no need to count it up

Fuck niggas mad, I won't respond

Can't change it up, yeah, I'ma change up

They like me when I'm broke

When they see me rich niggas gonna hate it

You stand and you hear me on the radio stations

The boy make it work, makin' sugar out of shit

Yeah, you know I'm the man

Said, we put up on your mans

And I bet that nigga ran

IG live, shoot him on the grand

Better than your favorite rapper

Spit it off the top, opportunity door

Make a fist, let it knock

Give him, yeah, these niggas copy

Call it mock

Time to make the money, tidy up, check the Clock

Bitches hear me comin', then they flock

Niggas talk too much, yeah, you makin' me nervous

101 only, trust my blood

You niggas ain't one of us

10, 20s, 30s, 40s

Workin' up a pop, servin' all of them

20s, 50s, 100s, hand in hand

Yeah, I'm really him

Sittin' bout that life

I never show these niggas in pictures

Brodie talkin', my head real

Niggas stressin' out for bitches

Workin' on an ass

One of you niggas really lost me

At this point, makin' money is a hobby

Wasn't with me trappin' in them hotel lobbies

He wasn't with me polo on me dolo in the park

Finally caught my head

It's really growin' around the killers

Trap soul, I can tell a nigga be a

Niggas thought they got me

Can't come back from that, nigga

Once you cross that line, nigga

Leave it where it's at, nigga

I ain't got no problem

Yeah, I go and get my gat

Lay a nigga down

Yeah, I lay that nigga fuckin' flat

I ain't have no problem with breakin' bread

With you niggas

But you niggas got greedy

And ran off on a nigga

Why y'all niggas run off on me like that

All I try to do is put some money

Where your pockets at, nigga

This shit really sad, man

This shit hurt my soul

Yeah, this shit break my heart

Cause my niggas closest to me

Always wanna break apart

I'm a real nigga

Yeah, I started from the start

Since a young nigga, man

This shit was just in my heart

I blow my 40 up

When I'm bout to cry

I slide down the road

Wolfinn' on that gram

Tell him to come and get me

Me and T. Grams takin' all that money

Broke as a joke on the block

Can you think I'ma stay broke

Then your niggas smoking rocks

Wolfin' on that gram

Tell him to come and get me

Me and T. Grams takin' all that money

Broke as a joke on the block

you think I'ma stay broke

Then you niggas smoking rocks