Hit Em Up

Hit em up, niggas don't want smoke cause we'll send it up Couple M's, throw it in my safe, I'm tryna fill it up Truck or Benz, sound just like a Hemi when I start it up No new friends, just my day one niggas, we gon' run it up Trench nigga, really beat the odds at least a hundred times Swear to God, ran up 10K at least a thousand times Bro no bap, sleepin' in the stu, I wrote a million rhymes Since 02, we done spent the opps at least a billion times Uh, uh, I be goin' brazy this shit all year Praises to allah, so I don't walk in fear Kings don't show emotions, I can't shed a tear Foot stay on the gas, but this another gear Tracks and SRTs, bitch I'm livin' fast 2020, diamonds, my shit all glass Wrecked the vert and copped, another all cash Playin' tough, I put them killers on his ass Lost so many members, I don't feel no pain Had to serve them fiends and I don't feel no shame Never seen my face, but still they know my name Ski mask in the 30, dello throw that flame Posted in them trenches, tryna touch a milli How the f*ck you lazy and you broke? Niggas really silly Bad bitch, Pop Willie's on my dick, she say that she from philly Touched a million, givin' niggas games, just like I'm wallo gillie Coldest out the rack, lil' bitch, no bap, I really run the city Look around like, who the f*ck want smoke? It's free, I'm givin' plenty Lambo ridin' solo, it's Big dello, I don't f*ck with many Feel like Wayne, show me my opponent, this bitch blow at any Uh, uh, Ja Morant of rap, I really shoot and ball Bitches on my dick, she know I'm him, I f*ck her, never call Indecisive, amiris every color, I just bought them all Twenty thousand, spent it on my bitch and we ain't hit the mall From the bottom, met me at the top, we really made it big Hundred M's, stack it up like bricks, this shit for my kids Handle bis, said that I would do it, then I really did Free them members, money on they books, my niggas doin' bids I don't f*ck with niggas, man, these niggas hoes Twenty deep, VIP, twenty poles Think before you speak, this ain't one of those Killers that'll tweak, light em up with holes Big dello the g, flip a ounce a key Holes up in this top like bowling balls, we just gave em three Paper chasin', stressing' bout no bitch, I really keep it p Ridin' dick, f*ck niggas on my wave, they couldn't stand to see Now I'm chillin', runnin' up this paper, this shit really breezy Yeah, I'm rich, still where shooters beat, like that nigga Sleazy In the streets, killers ain't got rules, man, this shit get greasy Big g dello, rookie and the vet, I make this shit look easy Nigga, uh, uh, uh