20/20 ft. Ashton! Lyrics

I told Cam, gotta run that back

We hopped on Creed

Went 20 for 20

Bout to make that bag

I'm swimming in money

I flew her to London

But I will never take her back

She say that i'm stupid

She say that I use her

Late night I be pulling her, tracks

I keep a glock right on my lap

Rather get arrested then go out sad

You niggas broke and scared

Don't go outside

That boy woke up to a glock to his head

More pain in my body

More money on meds

She all on my body

I leave her on read

She got a good body

I might pay her rent

Fifty round drum on the bottom my stick

I pull out that chopper turn body to swiss

She calling my phone don't wanna see me again

I'm moving along and i'm texting her friends

I told Cam, gotta run that back

We hopped on Creed

Went 20 for 20

We bout to make that bag

I'm swimming in money

I flew her to London

But I will never take her back

She say that i'm stupid

She say that I use her

Late night I be pulling her, tracks

Yeah, Yeah

Tracks, what i'm smoking on is Thrax

Yeah, I got packs

That boy wanna pull up, he strapped?

I don't think he's strapped

Leave scars on his body like Drax

I don't speak no cap

I don't speak no

Bitch i'm really rich

Ash in that Range and i'm in that Track

Boy I got endless sticks

They all got range

Make him run track

Hopped on Creed can't miss

Finna ice my wrist just off these track

Nigga ran off on who?

I know how he moves

I'll get that boy tracked

Nigga, i'm in the trap

Serving them bricks like I worked in construction

We robbed him, rocked him, shot him, jumped him

At the same time like conjunction

Niggas better play my shit when i'm in the spot

Or i'll shoot up the function

Nigga say my shit trash

He must be dumb, got brain dysfunction

Yeah

Nigga i'm up in that Bach

I got your bitch wanna come over right now

She gone sit it on my lap

I'm in that Cedes it's going 200

Like i'm in Le Mans at the track

Boy i'm with Ashton we went 20/20

Don't know how you can't see that

I told Cam, gotta run that back

We hopped on Creed

Went 20 for 20

Bout to make that bag

I'm swimming in money

I flew her to London

But I will never take her back

She say that i'm stupid

She say that I use her

Late night I be pulling her, tracks

Yeah, I keep a glock right on my lap

Rather get arrested then go out sad

You niggas broke and scared

Don't go outside

(Creed!)