Lyrics

I'll front you the pack on Consignment The ice on my wrist change The Climate In trenches that's you where can Find me Independent no deal You can't sign me No 9 to 5 work the trap Like I'm Tommy Stuffing dick all in yo baby Mommy Don't take this personal It was just business I stay with the strap and the Proper Credentials Bags full of doja Coffee beans cover the odor Trapping with someone Daughter Tryna Get back cross The border If we get knocked she's taking The charges Post bail she'll out in morning Pull up and pill out in a foreign I'm seeing the hoe and the bitch in you These niggas be sending subliminals Shit that they speak is so Ridicule Price on yo head You own nigga get rid of you Meanwhile I'm with two dimes Twins hoes These bitches Identical Step on the scene I'm crispy And clean Cup full of dirty I'm sipping on Green Don't do the Molly I'll pop me A bean Toolie extended and it come With a beam I ain't time to be fucking bitches Here's $40 dollars bitch Get to Missing If you can huh then You can h Hear Bye lil thot hoe gone Disappear I'll front you the pack on Consignment The ice on my wrist change The Climate In trenches that's you where can Find me Independent no deal You can't sign me No 9 to 5 work the trap Like I'm Tommy Stuffing dick all in yo baby Mommy Don't take this personal It was just business I stay with the strap and the proper Credentials You know that I'm with it Work the trap out like it's Fitness I ain't been broke in a minute These Niggas look timid These hoes only fuck for A mention I ain't got time for the Gimmicks I ain't been broke in a minute These Niggas look timid These hoes only fuck for A mention I ain't got time for the Gimmicks It's been a conflict of interest I Step on the scene Funeral fresh Your chick at my neck I'm a body her next After this beat Catch Some of the reck I'll double right She going give some neck I ain't time to be cuffing bitches Too busy tryna see them six Figures Just drop me a 4 in 2 liter While bony freaking On your senorita These niggas be broke They be penny pinching I got beat up the block Like I'm Sonny Liston Chasing the money I blew a piston You niggas be fraudulent Really fiction I'll toaster your strudel Leave ya limp like noddle I play with them sticks Nigga NO cap Still whoop on a Nigga Put hands on a nigga For Thinking I'm Sweet Cuz a nigga rap Homie don't try me I will catch a body My wave a tsunami Keep toolies on deck I will catch a body Niggas talk like Tekashi Niggas all snitches get put Down to Rest Back to the business You copping my nigga I don't no credit Straight cash no checks Don't take it personal It was just business She all in her feelings I'm on to the next I'll front you the pack on Consignment The ice on my wrist change The Climate In trenches that's you where can Find me Independent no deal You can't sign me No 9 to 5 work the trap Like I'm Tommy Stuffing dick all in yo baby Mommy Don't take this personal It was just business I stay with the strap and the Proper Credentials
Writer(s): Akil Edmonds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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