Way 2 Clean

Uh, yeah, uh Seven bands on my fit, this shit way too clean, uh You talk shit about us, because we live your dreams, uh Pulling up with some shit from the movie scenes I ain't worried 'bout y'all I just be doing me I won the last like thirty times but act like I'm down two to three I work so fucking hard this shit looking like it's two of me Bitch shut the f*ck- Get out my DMs, little bitch you a three Yeah, uh, fabrics they Japanese Most y'all just be talking but my lyrics I don't cap in these Why you tripping 'bout the past, shit was what it had to be Bitch I just go out and tell the truth that's why they mad at me Uh, yeah, really that shit sad to see If we get him whacked then that shit gon' be a tragedy Uh, bullets hit him take him to someone who knows anatomy Hop on the beat and go kill that shit that's just my strategy Uh, yeah, turning up Streets we fucking burning up Be honestly with yourself little bro Who fucking turned as us It's a S0K0 song then turn it up Lil' bitch you ain't turned enough Bro just walked in with Aoud Vanille smell like he burning stuff Uh, bro got a dirty cup but personally I stay sober Check my calendar, looking at the takeover Chop hit his face give his little ass a makeover CDG on but tell his little ass that the plays over Yo bitch trying to stay over Tell that little hoe get away Where I cop that play, Dover Hundreds out, yeah bitch okay Pulled up double R, Range Rover That chop got range and that shit finally spray He feels it next day like a hangover Bitch I been turning up all day Hold on, one, two, three Yeah, we cop whips with ease Yeah, I got a full tank I heard y'all little boys up on E Y'all paid a thousand for some drip I probably get that shit for free If little bro talking on my name, then he gon' probably D-I-E Uh, honestly Bitch I'm at the top, they ain't hot as me Lil' bro tried to pull some cash out, that is not a G Yeah, pulling up molded whips ain't no stock on these Yeah, hundreds out because I chase 'em bitch they flock to me Uh, you is not elite we at the top of the food chain Pull up in that SRT all black, feel like Bruce Wayne You be flexing all your cash but that shit look like loose change Bitch I'm known to get it, ran that bag up just like Usain, uh We know you can't, Lenci for my shoe game, uh New whips need a Tesla, need a new plane Yeah, new diamonds, new wrist, need a new chain Uh, I don't want a plain jane that shit too plain Uh, bust down watches, hundred thousand on my closet If I see it, then I want it If I want it, then I cop it Yeah, I been turning up, bitch I spend it then deposit Lil' bro showed me what he made, and I can tell you that is not shit Uh, you be on some opponent shit, I be on some real shit Uh, my heart done got cold so for now I don't feel shit Uh, you be flexing fake straps if you run up pull out real sticks Six shots dead, just like real six, uh Isn't no deal bitch, I'm still making money though I be with a solid bitch you hanging 'round some funny hoes It's funny that little bro said he gon' run up, because he won't I just need my cash, need my bags, need my money owed Yeah, try to run up he get hoed Bro got mud in his cup, no that shit is not Patron You be wasting all my time, why you blowing up my phone Yeah, I be hanging with my dogs ain't talking Sasha and Capone If little bro needs some money, then throw a dog a bone If he ain't making money, I'll probably leave him 'lone And my money done got big come out and see how much it grown Yeah, I'ma make these M's on my own