Mahomes Lyrics

T-T-T-Trap Money Biggie

Psst, psst

Ayy, Gotti, im fuckin' with this

Aye turn me up right there, right there

Nigga, it's over, I catch you on ground

I take me and 10 when I go out of town

I went through the, I was givin' em rounds

We creep from the back, better not make a sound

I throw me a play like Pat Touchdown

I dropped 15 when I was 15

Nigga, I feel like Mahomes now

We fishin' that bitch, we checkin' they temp

And this whip got tints, can't see in this bitch

Chased them by the school, they was runnin' Like shit

Had G-19, I was uppin' it quick

I had the upps, but they got the fuck, they bussed me

Nah, for real, they lucky

I'm on they ass like Chucky

Ain't shit sweet, you ain't runnin' right from me

Uh, uh

And it's me and my cuz, we playin' the West

Let's see what they on, let's see what they do

A nigga play wrong, get hit in his neck

A nigga play wrong, get hit in his shit

I do him like Ryan, I'm hittin' that bitch

And its still fuck Ryles, he hot as a bitch

This dumbass nigga be tippin' and shit

I'm gettin' my money, not trippin' on shit

On a 90-day run, I ain't worried about a bitch

Yeah, I'm tryin' be 25, havin' my way

And when I'm 30, yeah, I'm tryin' be rich

Look at my ice, lil' nigga shit bussin'

Fuck all the opps, them niggas ain't

Fuck all the opps, them niggas ain't nothin'

I'ma keep mokin' and I'ma keep thumbin'

Long live LV

Nigga, I might bust down in some LV

I need the new chain, right with the VV's

I'm thinkin' bout G-Ma, hope that she see me

Longlivegma

I had to change my ways

I had to flip this shit

I'm movin' discreet , gotta stack up my chips

I don't got friends, now life real lit

Nigga, I'm antisocial

You speakin' on LV, bitch, I'll smoke you

I been off the grid, ain't been on my social

I catch me a , that shit gon' be over

He dissin' in songs and he damn near 30

This old head washed up, nigga, he dirty

Nigga was certy, ain't shit certy

Ain't no been certy, bruh, been birdy

Uh, this nigga got bagged so much, can't count

I told you to hop in that car and go get back

Bitch-ass nigga, he cried out his mouth

We totin' on shit like we down south I catch me The right one, knockin' him down

If your men tryin' spin, they dyin' right now

Don't come in that van, betta get the fuck Down

You know who I am and you know who I is

You dumb as a bitch for just tryn' diss

I got the drop where you at, lil' nigga

Bitch-ass nigga be in the same fit

You tryin' beef with us, it ain't it

I'm a grown-ass man, no lil' boy shit

Just play if you want, I got big boy shit

That 5-5-6, what is that to a Kriss