Have That Lyrics

Death before dishonor, death before disgrace Real trap nigga, but I don't serve no eighths

Zips, cuties and them muthafuckin' plates Street credit good let you get it on the face

When it's time to collect, you better have my change cheese, guap, fetty, bank

Jackson, Grants, Hamilton, Franks, Cheddar, Bread, Doe, Pape

When I pull up for my check, nigga, you better have my blues

Don't wanna hear no excuses, it's time to pay your dues

Think you gone play with my check, that's where you confused

Something must be loose and your muthafuckin' screws

Tighten up, nigga, you fuckin' up the rotation

Say you got motion, but you steady procrastinating

Fuckin' up the re up, I ain't got time for waiting

You fumbling the bag like you Russell Wilson

You fumbling the bag like you Brett Favre

All that fumbling the bag, you wont get far

Just listen, I'ma show you how to be a trap star

Buy for the low, and tax these niggas triple hard

Death before dishonor, death before disgrace Real trap nigga, but I don't serve no eighths

Zips, cuties in them muthafuckin' plates Street credit good let you get it on the face

When it's time to collect, you better have my change cheese, guap, fetty, bank

Jackson, Grants, Hamilton, Franks, Cheddar, Bread, Doe, Pape