375 Lyrics

These niggas be broke as a joke I just laugh hear the v fly by that's crash

In this bitch trying to blow out the dash wifey grabbing my arm like this shit is too fast

Niggas itch for my drop like a rash at the top of my game never coming in last

My pen turn a notebook to ash

If you see I'm the feat you know crash gone spazz

In New York wit a whole lot of cash hit up 375 for the Ricky and Raf

I step in giuseppe I blast if you test me we hop out the whip and them nines on your ass

I'm counting up fetti my pockets got heavy can't be in no Chevy might cop out the jag

We know you don't bang but you wearin a flag nigga think he the man nigga look like a Fan

MDMA in my veins on the highway a spliff in my hand and a zip in the glove box

Bro on the phone but I can't understand cause he sipping a cup now he stuck with the Mud talk

I just got rich now I'm really the kid all these knots in my pocket I limp with a plug walk

Know if I rolled it don't ever unfold mix the grabba to make sure the bud hot

These niggas be chatting one difference with them and directors they never say action

They the ones in the frame how actin

Pussy nigga get turned to caption

They poking at me for reactions you all on my dick but your money subtracting

My shit on addition I make sure my bros eat switch to division if I see a play ima dish them

My wallet so healthy this money nutritious

Put me on the beat do it vicious I swear this was part of my vision

I been tried to tell these niggas but they never listened

Cool cause the one that did still with me and now we all winning

Eat waygu steak while I count up the chicken

Had to hire a chef cause my girl to fine to be up in the kitchen

These niggas be broke as a joke

I just laugh hear the v fly by that's crash

In this bitch trying to blow out the dash wifey grabbin' my arm like this shit is too fast

Niggas itch for my drop like a rash at the top of my game never comin in last

My pen turn a notebook to ash

If you see I'm the feat you know crash gone spazz

In New York with a whole lotta cash hit up 375 for the Ricky and Raf

I step in giuseppe I blast if you test me we hop out the whip and them nines on yo ass

I'm counting up fetti my pockets got heavy can't be in no Chevy might cop out the jag

We know you don't bang but you wearing a flag nigga think he the man nigga look like a Fan

Codine syrup all In my system I got wocky for days

And a Glock with a ray but the barrel so close it could kiss him

You be flocking at air you don't hit none I don't got any bodies

But I call some niggas I bet they pull up and get one

Wasn't no room in the amg coupe for the crew so I switch to the big one

Wicca just hit me he sending some drip through the mail

When it get here might shut down a runway

If this was a race you wouldn't keep up my pace you a snail

Ima rarri that's fucking up one ways

I'm in AZ I just sold out a show in the same exact venue the suns play

And you know they gone listen when son say

I get money from Monday to Sunday