Dividends Lyrics

Yeah

I'm back on that

Pour a two in a twenty

Yeah

Pour some soda out

I ain't never have to fake shit

Niggas knowing how I live, how I move, know what it is

I ain't never leave the trap, I'm tryna run up dividends

Man, ain't nothing 'bout me new, these niggas know this what it been

I start praying, hoping God would please forgive me for my sins

I'm a god up in these streets 'cause all the work I'm putting in

Bae, you know that I'm a trapper, ain't no way I'm coming in

Only come inside whenever she want me to stick it in

I know niggas make 100 racks depending on the bin

I'm that nigga, fit 100 packs in black and yellow bins

You my brudda, when I talk about you, I say you my kin

You my brudda, I can't see you falling down, here, hold my hand

Bitch, my business good, I stand on it, we locked in 'til the end

If you fuck with me, you more than good cause I'm due for a win

Got this Glock in hand, the cops behind, I fly off with the wind

Leave the streets behind whenever I could touch 100 M's

Bad bitches fuck with me

Trap niggas fuck with me

I talk so much money, you would think a nigga Guapanese

Only time she prays is when she praying that I leave the streets

Baby, I can't leave this how I eat and get you what you need

Brody selling Bs

Aqua banging Cs

Simo selling Es, but I can't say who selling D

I ain't got an F, so I'm still moving like a G

They high, ain't talkin' H and I the J's be really fiends

I ain't never have to fake shit

Niggas knowing how I live, how I move, know what it is

I ain't never leave the trap, I'm tryna run up dividends

Man, ain't nothing 'bout me new, these niggas know this what it been

I start praying, hoping God would please forgive me for my sins

I'm a god up in these streets 'cause all the work I'm putting in

Bae, you know that I'm a trapper, ain't no way I'm coming in

Only come inside whenever she want me to stick it in

Damn, it's been a while since I seen niggas even come around

Prolly last time you niggas was outside was for Sofa Lounge

'Bout this chain, I'm killing for it, shit come with 'bout 30 rounds

I spent 30 on it, I just upped it to 'bout 40 thou

I'm the biggest in my city, there's so many fucking clowns

Biggest influence, a real trapper holding this shit down

I ain't got no bigger homie, built my name up from the ground

I can't listen to no nigga who ain't never sold a pound

Never seen a thousand

Niggas really childish

Only nigga rich off fucking phones, he be on Townsend

I need me a Rollie for the shit that I put time in

I just hit a lick, and I can't lie, it's perfect timing