40k Freestyle Lyrics

Donny made this

Uh, yeah

If you ain't talking 'bout no money

Fuck you got to say

Chop hit him in the mouth

Ask him how them hollows taste

If I want the bag I get it quick

Bitch, I don't got to wait

Cartiers shining like the sun on the hottest day

Cops was on my ass did 'bout a hun' then I got away

My pockets hit the gym everyday of the week no we is not the same

People switching up, way more than I can tolerate

Said that he done slid, really he was chilling blocks away

Stop flexing cash on yo story that is not a k

Stop talking down on my mans that is not okay

Stop flexing straps on the gram that you not gon' spray

I just get my money, get my bands, now they pissed off

You lil' bro bitch you not my mans, I'm the big dog

Always score but known to dime my brothers feel like Chris Paul

We pull up with macs fuck a dell feel like rich Paul

Scoring in the triple threat

Lenciaga triple s

Run up on me wrong he gon' get smoked ain't no cigarettes

I eat this fucking beat up like a meal and fuck a dinner guest

These lenciagas fucking huge I take the fucking biggest steps

Betting on myself I'm known to win bitch ain't no bigger bet

They said I'm a goat I said yup right there yeah you is correct

That bitch gave me brain I think I'm fucking with her intellect

Bitch I am a goat I will not take no fucking disrespect

Hold up, different checks, different cash

Different flex, different bags

Why the fuck you talk like you in first

Bitch you is in last

SRT I hit the gas

Hit the shot I hit the splash

Remember days of skipping class

But I had every fit to match

Long nights of getting cash

Talking shit I trip and spaz

You the ones who getting passed

SRT I'm whipping that

Different life I'm living fast

I heard all y'all sitting back

I can't wait time ticking past

I know I can't get it back

He was talking shit had me confused cause it was spoken softly

Fuck the talk, I know I'm the best feel like Volkanovski

In a fucking jeep don't make me go out there and hoe a Audi

Heard lil' bro sick and tired of hearing me tell lil' bro to off me

Known heavy hitter in this shit, feel like Poirier

Bitch you couldn't fuck with me even back then in yo glory days

Bitch I got the drip even when the sun out it's a stormy day

Just to leave the fucking house I need at least like 40k

Donny made this

Uh, uh, uh

Why you talking down

You in the backseat

I'ma go everywhere that the cash be

In a SRT bitch you can't catch me

Bitch you can't best me

If that's yo bitch

Tell me why the fuck she neck me

I'ma see where this shit get me

I went got rich

Now nothing else impress me

On my side keep a XD, it's deadly