"Security Measures" lyrics
I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven
I'm trappin' you niggas is clubbing
My turkey bag filled up with mufflers
My car is a gas guzzler
I hand off a bag to a customer
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't love you
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't trust you
The bank keep change security measures, damn I gotta adapt
My phone is acting funny today, damn it might be tapped
I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed
I cut her off, no I'm not sorry, cause she had got too attached
I had a dream, my bitch was cheatin' I broke up with her on the spot
My plug was playing he tried to short me, I robbed him right on the spot
Ain't putting my faith in no human, I'm putting my faith in this Glock
Since niggas is nosy, I'ma go up and give a nigga something to watch
My guns is real, but I be telling the police these is props
I told the label I need 10 mil I got a few moms and pops
Niggas just sittin' around watching IG, they lazy, they some slobs
We pullin' up back to back drops
We climbin' our way to the top
I'm looking up socials, gettin' real freaky with numbers there go a file
She bad as hell, I cannot pull out of her, I gave her a child
He anxious, he want some za from me, I pulled up and sold him a pound
My youngins hurtin' I gave em a drop, they pulled up and laid him down
I'm wipin' out ATM's for every dollar they can dispense
It's me against the world, damn I feel like 50 Cent
These niggas talkin' too much, but they account ain't havin' a drop
I'm Space X with this schemin' shit, I'm runnin' through unions to a box
I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven
I'm trappin' you niggas is clubbing
My turkey bag filled up with mufflers
My car is a gas guzzler
I hand off a bag to a customer
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't love you
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't trust you
The bank keep change security measures, damn I gotta adapt
My phone is acting funny today, damn it might be tapped
I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed
I cut her off, no I'm not sorry, cause she had got too attached
I'm trappin' you niggas is clubbing
My turkey bag filled up with mufflers
My car is a gas guzzler
I hand off a bag to a customer
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't love you
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't trust you
The bank keep change security measures, damn I gotta adapt
My phone is acting funny today, damn it might be tapped
I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed
I cut her off, no I'm not sorry, cause she had got too attached
I had a dream, my bitch was cheatin' I broke up with her on the spot
My plug was playing he tried to short me, I robbed him right on the spot
Ain't putting my faith in no human, I'm putting my faith in this Glock
Since niggas is nosy, I'ma go up and give a nigga something to watch
My guns is real, but I be telling the police these is props
I told the label I need 10 mil I got a few moms and pops
Niggas just sittin' around watching IG, they lazy, they some slobs
We pullin' up back to back drops
We climbin' our way to the top
I'm looking up socials, gettin' real freaky with numbers there go a file
She bad as hell, I cannot pull out of her, I gave her a child
He anxious, he want some za from me, I pulled up and sold him a pound
My youngins hurtin' I gave em a drop, they pulled up and laid him down
I'm wipin' out ATM's for every dollar they can dispense
It's me against the world, damn I feel like 50 Cent
These niggas talkin' too much, but they account ain't havin' a drop
I'm Space X with this schemin' shit, I'm runnin' through unions to a box
I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven
I'm trappin' you niggas is clubbing
My turkey bag filled up with mufflers
My car is a gas guzzler
I hand off a bag to a customer
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't love you
Sorry lil' bae, I ain't trust you
The bank keep change security measures, damn I gotta adapt
My phone is acting funny today, damn it might be tapped
I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed
I cut her off, no I'm not sorry, cause she had got too attached
