I Got Lyrics

I got bitches who a order out and bitches inna kitchen

I damn near fucked my wrist up I remember water whipping

I put my reup inna pot i hope that i can flip it

I got niggas who on go and got some niggas who just chilling

My partner say he bangin blood my other say he Cripping

Late night hearing taps cause the fascist steady dripping

I hope my gun don't jam when i go mask up on these missions

To many bad pill death so i ain't fucking with them gremlins

Hope dat i can kick my feet up thumbing through these millions

I stacked it inna shoebox now i stack it to the ceiling

I used ta take the harder way and smoke away my feelings

Decorated war vet im just waiting on my ribbons

I can take a badder bitch and put her in a v6

Money solving all my prollem ain't nothing that it cant fix

Came up off of trapping but late night was hittin them licks

Remember Robel park i was posted in them cold bricks

Now i can do what i want cuz i done got me a little status

My bih she gone hold me down i swear she be the baddest

They notice me from rapping but remember i was average

They lying on my name but i ain't fuckin with no capping

We was fucking left to right thats when i dropped no rapping

They talking on my name but never slide when i say was happening

Im guessing they don't want no smoke or they not really not babout that action

If i see you as a threat no hesi when i get to blasting

I was chasing all my dreams so i be sipping onna double cup

Hit my shorty line im 10 away gone head n roll some up

Woke up in agood mood with racks but still i just cant give fuck

my partner quick to slide i swear he'll put one of you niggas up