Dividend

G23 and a G40 I'm clutching my heat In that AMG and I'm blowing tree And I swear I can't see Riding round sipping wock got all this pain on me And it tore me down when you died I swear i can't be And now it's a dividend I didn't want this shit to end I'm stepping in Vetements I get that pape' no letterman If you talking shit gon spin that bin I had to do that shit again I had to hit that plug he Mexican He throw that pack no Texans And I'm gon' flourish That choppa hit em it disperse I hit up Saks know I'm gon splurge In that SRT can't hit no curb I'm off that lean and I'm gon swerve And we pouring tris in the sprinter van Ran up my bands these niggas mad I swear these niggas they going out sad ohh And I'm stepping in new Vetements I had to do this shit again Talking shit gon' spin that bin I had to do that shit again Stepping in new Vetements I get that pape' no letterman And I'm flexing but this shit was hard And y'all don't know that Sipping codeine and Perrier With a bad hoe from Chiraq He a broke boy i don't know his name This niggas hate I know that I'm in that picture frame like a Kodak My whip got horses no Bojack Glide in that 392 that Scatpack I miss my bro i wish he came back If a nigga speak down push his hat back I'm abusing the wock I ain't touching the beer And the love fake it's so clear God and my Glock i can't fear And this ain't Robitussin These niggas hate ain't on none I know they ain't on none Don't know what is going on Oh no i pulled up GLE You niggas broke ain't seeing me Fina take your girl to the BnB And i miss my bro it's killing me Fina scratch her off of my list I can take her to the island Put in work to get where i did And this life it be enticing I don't need no one beside me Thinking bout you it got me crying You a star and you so blinding The rubber bands got the racks binding G23 and a G40 I'm clutching my heat In that AMG and I'm blowing tree And I swear I can't see Riding round sipping wock got all this pain on me And it tore me down when you died I swear i can't be And now it's a dividend I didn't want this shit to end I'm stepping in Vetements I get that pape' no letterman If you talking shit gon spin that bin I had to do that shit again I had to hit that plug he Mexican He throw that pack no Texans And I'm gon' flourish That choppa hit em it disperse I hit up Saks know I'm gon splurge In that SRT can't hit no curb I'm off that lean and I'm gon swerve And we pouring tris in the sprinter van Ran up my bands these niggas mad I swear these niggas they going out sad ohh