I think I might do this one start it with a verse
It don’t matter tho
(M3 did it again)
(Iceberg wanna bag bitch )
Did it all of the green
Stop playing with me
You know what I done seen
Yeeee stop playing with me (yessir)
I gotta feed my family
Stop playing with me
You don’t want no casualties
Stop playing with me (hoe)
Stop playing with me (nigga)
Stop playing with me (yea)
Stop playing with me (yeeee)
Stop playing with me (yea)
Stop playing with me (uuuuuuu nh)
Stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
Stop playing
Moving the bales right now
Call the plug from out of town
Say I don’t be scoring no z’s
Bitch I Be copping the peas
You niggas be coppin a plea
Bitch I can go get what you need (go get it)
Plug double up for free say plug double up for free (I need 2 I need 2)
Live in a Da trap all night Nigga never going to sleep (nope)
Every time I breathe I look up phone ring (blllrrrd)
Keep my name out your mouth
Cause lil nigga you don’t know me
Fresh out the slammer tote tools keep a hammer
You get wrapped like a sandwich
Keep fruit like a fanta
Flip dope like a mattress (like a mattress)
Money money cash on delivery
No fronting
Trap back got it bunking (yee)
Always tryna to sell something (yeeesir)
Niggas is couch potatoes
Sneak dissing miss me with the hate though
Just beat another case though
Uptown churchland where da cash flow
Bitch I’m a cash cow (cow)
Call my Jack for da sack now (yessir)
Sticky fruit pack sour sack loud
OG on my side of town (uptown churchland)
OG on my side of town
Did it all of the green
Stop playing with me
You know what I done seen
Yeeee stop playing with me (yessir)
I gotta feed my family
Stop playing with me
You don’t want no casualties
Stop playing with me (hoe)
Stop playing with me (nigga)
Stop playing with me (yeeea)
Stop playing with me (yeeee)
Stop playing with me (yeeea)
Stop playing with me (uuuuuuu nh)
Stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
Stop playing
Aye you talking grams well I need some dope
Fronted yo mans that Nigga was slow
I go buy lamb and I get em gone
Just hit my line and say what you want
Yea she got some ass but I want da throat
Married to Money I ain’t taking no shorts
Yeah you niggas some rookies
I’ve been off the porch I be cooking da beef
I’ll stick wit Fork
Mixing the lobster and pasta
My rastas some shotas
You rappers not bussin a grape
Yea I just fuck with the weight but when times got hard
You know I’ma sell em da shake
Ready to give but how much you take you need to listen don’t get in my way
Yea I rep churchland that's where I make plays
Who you kno realer most these niggas fake
Yea I need cake I be scraping the plate
I go and get them people straight
Ain’t got no time for no movie date
I had to trap to make sure I ate
Countin da money round snakes and da apes
I was put in position to jus go and get it
My teachers I never did listen
I try to count digits I stick with the winners I’m gifted
You got that perc and that lean in yo system
Driving no license
No hand on the wheelie
Open the gmail it’s fire from Matt Millie
You kno I open dismantle it quickly
Reaching for points I get money with bitches
Was down in them trenches but you wasn’t with me
He woke up Sentara he played with my riches
They caught me in vanity left me with stitches