Cross (feat. Grams2x)

I'm finna ball hard D Rose These niggas fake, these niggas they told I put the big drip on my toes She all in my face she won't leave me alone Yeah I'm a saint, I'm rocking Vlone We outta space, UFO All of this drip I control I put a cross on my back Yeah you never get attached Yeah I got them racks Yeah I got them rack We in the lamb, we do the dash We doing shit we never look back We chasing the sack Aint no cap in my rap Expensive vehicles We count our residuals Might keep me a bitch or two They wanna dress and move like me These niggas not me at all Im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt You take that cap, put straight on yo head Look at the vibes logo, yeah its red I'm with my brothers we count up the deads I said f*ck 12 they cant get me in the cell If we see 12 them my niggas gonna bail That love you giving, I thought it was real I cannot help that a nigga is rare A nigga is rare I don't care The love that you give These niggas they see me, stop and stare Got the Supreme on my underwear We throwing dubs all in the air I guess that girl thought she was gonna stunt on me like oh really Lil bitch you so silly (So silly, you funny) Got this Ice on me I'm so chilly (So chilly, I'm stunning) Im hot like a skillet My flow is so illest I f*ck on yo mistress I get it, I get it Lets go I put a cross on my back Yeah you never get attached Yeah I got them racks Yeah I got them rack We in the lamb, we do the dash We doing shit we never look back We chasing the sack Aint no cap in my rap Expensive vehicles We count our residuals Might keep me a bitch or two They wanna dress and move like me These niggas not me at all Im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt No doubt, I knew I would figure it out She told me pull up, I'm in route I put the dick all in her mouth I want the checks, not the clout Hop in the plane, I'm up with the clouds Racks in my jeans, I walk with a slouch I got the gas that put you in the couch But anyways, It's a new day All these chains like I'm a slave Im just getting to the money, f*ck what these bitch niggas say I'm just counting up the money, spent it all in one day That's yo bitch she steady calling, better get her out my face Yeah, yeah Yeah we grinding to the top Take off like a rocket ship, we going far Now my pockets filled with knots, yeah Ima ball Yeah Ima ball, yeah Ima ball I put a cross on my back Yeah you never get attached Yeah I got them racks Yeah I got them rack We in the lamb, we do the dash We doing shit we never look back We chasing the sack Aint no cap in my rap Expensive vehicles We count our residuals Might keep me a bitch or two They wanna dress and move like me These niggas not me at all Im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt