Akimbo Lyrics

Two straps on me, bitch I'm going in akimbo (Yeah)

They ducking shots, think he trying to hit the limbo (Yeah)

Got to get my money, I run it up, it's too simple (It is)

If you run up on us you get popped just like a pimple (Yeah)

Bitch I been had money why the fuck would that shit stop now (Why the fuck)

All y'all coming 'round, man, all y'all look like cops now (Like some cops)

Remember I ain't have no shit, I pop out with a lot now (Yeah)

Remember they ain't fuck with me, they pop out when I drop now (Yeah)

Bitch I'm popping out with the whole gang (Yeah)

Bitch you popping out with some no names (You ain't)

Throw me all the money in the world, bitch I won't change (No, no)

Bitch I need them diamonds fuck them gold chains (Yeah)

Drop top, in the fucking coupe, this a convertible (Yeah)

This lil' chop gon' have his ass jumping, check his vertical (Yeah)

I'ma kill every fucking beat I ain't merciful (Yeah)

I be in the cut, ain't talking surgical (Yeah)

They watching, uh, trying to see what I'm able to do (Yeah)

Glocky on me, uh

Try me bitch and I aim it at you (Yeah)

I'm getting money I got to be smart, lil' bitch I can't be a fool (No)

Put on my drip this shit wavy, a pool (Too wavy)

Bitch we hitting top speeds

You ain't fast as us (Yeah)

You could never catch me (Yeah)

I ain't backing up (Yeah)

Pussy make yo racks speak

You got a bag for what (Yeah, yeah)

If I'm being honest second look like last to us, uh (Yeah)

Gotta be in first I can't take a L (Yeah)

Yeah, I make it my job to give my opps hell (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, bitch I cannot stop, can't look back don't dwell (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, keep a fucking glock, you'll get hit as well (Yeah)

Bitch you say you getting some money come make yo racks speak (Yeah)

Go 'head tax them lames

You could never tax me (No)

Swerving switching lanes I said fuck it hit the max speed (Fuck it)

All y'all is some lames I chase my bag feel like a athlete (Yeah)

Uh, said he getting money but I know he cap (Yeah)

Got yo watch snatched, get yo Rollie back (Yeah)

People still been talking

I heard only cap

All my money walking

It ain't no lonely lap (No)

Swerve the coupe, this a foreign bitch

Did the dash on 'em (Dash)

I said fuck it they was talking shit

I'm flexing cash on 'em (Uh, yeah, cash)

Yes, I failed statistics but I'm still gon' flex this math on 'em (Adding, math)

Thought that shit was over better tell they ass I'm back on 'em (And I'm back)

You trash as fuck on all them beats, man, why you even rap on 'em (Why you rap)

Shooter got good aim we'll never double back on 'em (Double back)

Scoring every time but hit my bro, feel like Nash on 'em (Feel like Nash)

If he run up talking that shit I'm finna crash on 'em (Finna crash)