Junkie Mode

We don't talk, we just let shit spray Big Glock tuck, I ain't here to play Ran up a bag, put checks in a safe He talk too much, now his name on a case We don't talk, we just let shit spray Hundred round drum, make it run like a race Money too long, I ain't takin' no break came from the mud, now eatin' off plates This ain't no joke Came from the bottom, now my pockets on Swole Hoppin' off the whip, fresh off the boat I always give a shooter on patrol Uh, uh, whip too clean, the tint too dark He tried to slide, but he ain't too smart Yeah, hunnid on me, I ain't swipin' no card Rollie on my wrist, I ain't checkin' no clock Stay with the bag like a grocery run They steppin' the spot, they know where I'm From Too many racks, I need a second account Big FN, make it bounce like a drum But we don't talk, we just let shit spray Big Glock tuck, I ain't here to play Ran up a bag, put checks in a safe He talk too much, now his name on a case We don't talk, we just let shit spray Hundred round drum, make it run like a race Money too long, I ain't takin' no break Say it came from the mud, now we eatin' off plates Stayin' out the way, but I'm still long go Said he won't smoke, then we up and let's go I got a plug, he sending' the load If it ain't cash, then it ain't gettin' sold Too many blues, gotta count with machines Hunnid on me, and it ain't what it seems Still in the field, gotta move with a beam pockets got muscle, they bustin' out jeans Golden Gun, I ain't missin' no shot Put him on his head, put his face on the plot Diamonds like water, they drip or they drop They wasn't with me, I'm all that I got VS dance, make it stare too long Brand new foreigner, push start, then I'm gone Still in the field, I ain't never been home Still selling' packs, like I'm throwin' a bomb Too many hunnids, I can't even fold Too many chains, got my neck feelin' cold Too many plays, got my trap on swole whole team,eating we ain't sharin' a bowl It came from the mud, had to get it myself Now I got the racks, can't put on the shelf Say he want smoke, put the beam on his belt AP flooded my wrist, might melt I don't do the cap, yeah, I don't do the fake I don't do the talk, I'm just at the bank Trap house jumpin' like the first of the month I had to run it up, now my pockets real stuffed Whip too clean, got a tint too dark He tried to slide, but he ain't too smart Hunnid on me, I ain't swipin' no card Rollie on my wrist, I ain't checkin' no clock Stay with the bag like a grocery run I step in the spot, they know where I'm from Two many racks, need a second account Big FN, make it bounce like a drum