"100k A Week" lyrics
I get harassed everyday, fans asking me for pics
Every time I leave the crib I wake up and grab a switch
Don't try to take something from me, I'm instantly gon' up a blick
Tap my button to the right and squeeze this bitch until it click
I get love inside the trenches, I got steppers who gon' kill for me
[?] They gon' do that drill for free
Everytime ya'll leave the crib, we on y'all ass I know y'all sick of me
Ya'll sit inside the crib and pout wishing ya'll can be rich with me
I'm telling santa I want pints under my Christmas tree
He was mad because his bitch got hyped to take a pic with me
You're poor, swing me your account, I got a fix for free
I'm punching everything even my clothes, I got the fit for free
Switched the whole crowd niggas is ducking, running, hiding
(Ffft Ffft)
Everybody got a gun, the difference is you not sliding
I made 100k this week sitting at home, I wasn't trying
Good Glock, good switch, what the fuck I look like fighting?
I get the drop and call [?], he gon' spin and catch a hat
Me and you live a different life you get hyped to see a scat
I'm making millions from the crib, you got to go outside and trap
Who the fuck brags about 10 thousand what is that?
I get harassed everyday, fans asking me for pics
Every time I leave the crib I wake up and grab a switch
Don't try to take something from me, I'm instantly gon' up a blick
Tap my button to the right and squeeze this bitch until it click
I get love inside the trenches, I got steppers who gon' kill for me
[?] They gon' do that drill for free
Everytime ya'll leave the crib, we on y'all ass I know y'all sick of me
Ya'll sit inside the crib and pout wishing ya'll can be rich with me
Every time I leave the crib I wake up and grab a switch
Don't try to take something from me, I'm instantly gon' up a blick
Tap my button to the right and squeeze this bitch until it click
I get love inside the trenches, I got steppers who gon' kill for me
[?] They gon' do that drill for free
Everytime ya'll leave the crib, we on y'all ass I know y'all sick of me
Ya'll sit inside the crib and pout wishing ya'll can be rich with me
I'm telling santa I want pints under my Christmas tree
He was mad because his bitch got hyped to take a pic with me
You're poor, swing me your account, I got a fix for free
I'm punching everything even my clothes, I got the fit for free
Switched the whole crowd niggas is ducking, running, hiding
(Ffft Ffft)
Everybody got a gun, the difference is you not sliding
I made 100k this week sitting at home, I wasn't trying
Good Glock, good switch, what the fuck I look like fighting?
I get the drop and call [?], he gon' spin and catch a hat
Me and you live a different life you get hyped to see a scat
I'm making millions from the crib, you got to go outside and trap
Who the fuck brags about 10 thousand what is that?
I get harassed everyday, fans asking me for pics
Every time I leave the crib I wake up and grab a switch
Don't try to take something from me, I'm instantly gon' up a blick
Tap my button to the right and squeeze this bitch until it click
I get love inside the trenches, I got steppers who gon' kill for me
[?] They gon' do that drill for free
Everytime ya'll leave the crib, we on y'all ass I know y'all sick of me
Ya'll sit inside the crib and pout wishing ya'll can be rich with me
