MSR Lyrics

Every time I'm in the booth, I just get to talkin' shit

Every time I hit the cashier, gotta use the magstrip

Finna clone some cards, gotta MSR6

All a nigga know is swipe, I do not need the chip

Every time a bitch played me, bitch, my heart just got colder

I just gave the bitch away, lil' nigga, yeah, I sold her

I got too much pape, shit, I need to get a folder

I ain't tryna get pulled over, marijuana odor

I ain't tryna get pulled over, police keep fuckin' with me

You keep hangin' with the opps, lil' nigga, you gon be duckin' with em

This some real dog shit, but I got it out the oven

I just found a new glitch, lil' bitch, I'm finna fuck em

You niggas fuckin' up the game, how you think that you can trust em?

We got guns from outta country and we really finna bust em

Finna build me a bitch, this right here is my custom

I ain't really want the bitch unless she finna put her funds up

I ain't talkin' to the bitch unless she givin' me some racks

Cause a bitch will really use you, shit, I know that for a fact

I ain't finna trust a soul, they finna stab you in the back

I got YSL cologne and these niggas sprayin' Axe

Every time I'm in the booth, I just get to talkin' shit

Every time I hit the cashier, gotta use the magstrip

Finna clone some cards, gotta MSR6

All a nigga know is swipe, I do not need the chip

All a nigga know is swipe, like I'm hangin' around Dora

Gave that bitch a map from my heart, now she's an explorer

Nine times out of ten, the lil' bitch is a whore

I'm finna Liu Kang kick this lil' bitch up out the door

I had to freeze the lil' bitch, nigga, call me Sub-Zero

The fuck I look like savin' this lil' bitch? I ain't a hero

You niggas really goin' broke, niggas ain't got no dinero

How you niggas goin' broke but ain't tryna change the scenario?

Lil bitch finna eat a nigga up just like Cheerios

I can't count how many bitches I got, only Siri knows

I got diamonds on my neck lookin' like Just Dance

I ain't tryna crease these shoes, that's why I'm walking with a stance

I ain't tryna crease these shoes, they cost way more than your rent

I got an expensive cologne and a marijuana scent

How she say she ain't a hoe, but the bitch gettin' sent?

You niggas goin' out bad, smoking shit laced with fent

Every time I'm in the booth, I just get to talkin' shit

Every time I hit the cashier, gotta use the magstrip

Finna clone some cards, gotta MSR6

All a nigga know is swipe, I do not need the chip