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Lyrics
I wake up the liqueur still pouring
gotta make money no time for the snoring
if you my team and you is a rat
gotta get rid of you like mice extortion
gotta get rid of the fake portion
tell a bitch she aint important
im needing this money like betting on 4th quarters
stacking the 50s to 100 in order
I got love for the K like its my daughter
what I went thru straight torture
they don't wanna hear my story
rather hear rumours from peoples pockets who's shorter
after sitting in psychosis, they had no love like Moses
they said that boy is hopeless, they said he can't grow
2 months later started pushing coke,
literally dug out snow,
the process came no joke
out here you got shaved, cut cut yo throat
back your blade like B from the O
you talk game but you got no hoes
man couldn't rep a soul
man couldn't rep a second
and man just dropped like a bolt
and that's what happens when u talk on gram
she said she love me but she got a man
crazy how these hoes be talking
instead they should make a man feel important
not talking bout some ol story
serious sinners holding a 40
hit man then dash no rick and morty
talk on beef but u faulty
I wake up the liqueur still pouring
gotta make money no time for the snoring
if you my team and you is a rat
gotta get rid of you like mice extortion
gotta get rid of the provisional portion
tell a bitch she isn't important
im needing this money like betting on 4th quarters
stacking the 50s to 100 in order
i just love how they was doubting me, now they count on me
and how you gon be mad at me? im with the baddest B
its me and fletch we smoking trees, his chick japanese
it almost took forever to find my own inner peace
said you know me? well im under cover
never let my name out, keep the fame a fuckin wonder
i nearly od' please dont tell my mother
she has no idea about the life i lived when i was fucking younger
poppin tabs and getting fried really nothing new
thought you knew, but in the end you didnt have a fucking clue
i was on the sticky drugs and was stuck like glue
serving on them streets boy even in them avenues
shooting at the opps and switching out the burner
she brucked her back and she not a real known worker
she bruck her back she a real known twerker
but she aint a girl i aint ever heard of
front seat driver bro a real known swerver
blacked out whip im talking kilometres more further
then a boy with more knowledge then a car learner
im in the trap, talking 1st degree murder
bitch you can write me a text or even a fucking letter
but still i dont fuck with you, consider yourself gone for fucking ever
now i just drip myself, nike, loui gucci sweater
belt leather, fuck these hoes i know bro can do better
Details
GeneratedAug 19, 2026
Duration2:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Deep voice fast style rapping 150-170 bpm, Gucci mane, uk type beat fast, consistent flow, stay on flow point. Og hip h
Credits
Prompt by100Thousand
ModelAria v5.5
