"daddy warbucks freestyle" lyrics
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
Told that bitch I don't need her
Hoe wanna talk about feelings well I'm feeling myself
Terrorist up in the SRT I'm giving them hell
I been codeine-crazy, splitting xans with hoes
It's been fuck you pay me, even my manners gone
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
Chrome hearts for the stigma
I taper the rick up
Ruger up in my hoodie, Balenci won't zip up
Repping that double R C, "Russian roulette" click
Hiding her face from the camera, been fucking her lips up
SVJ or Wraith, I wake up and pick one
Bad bitch, white owl grape, I wake up and split one
Gassing up the gang, get up and go get some
Put a average on my side, she turn to a 10 huh?
Nothing to get my racks up, they looking for back up
Walls looking like some dirty teeth, they getting all plaqued-up
TRX 4x4 sitting up like a mack truck
They know I'm a killer, it's cool, I don't have to act tough
If money the root of all evil, might as well call me a demon
This hoe gotta pay me to fuck, future millionaires in my semen
Eight figures for the swag, closet looking neimans
Fuck em I'm setting a boundary
Still got a chip on my shoulder
I see that he barely breathing
I still gotta fuck him over
Gronk spiking my soda, in the field with the crash outs
3s hanging like a floater, yea I can show you how to cash out
Pretty bitch with a bad mouth
They ain't haters they parasites
Turn his life to a memory couldn't even fill up a megabyte
Thick bitch with some coochie cutters, dick get hard from the cellulite
Plenty days I been wrong, but every day my money right
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
Told that bitch I don't need her
Hoe wanna talk about feelings well I'm feeling myself
Terrorist up in the SRT I'm giving them hell
I been codeine-crazy, splitting xans with hoes
It's been fuck you pay me, even my manners gone
Even my manners gone
Even my manners gone
Even my manners gone
Manners gone
Manners gone
Manners gone
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
Told that bitch I don't need her
Hoe wanna talk about feelings well I'm feeling myself
Terrorist up in the SRT I'm giving them hell
I been codeine-crazy, splitting xans with hoes
It's been fuck you pay me, even my manners gone
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
Chrome hearts for the stigma
I taper the rick up
Ruger up in my hoodie, Balenci won't zip up
Repping that double R C, "Russian roulette" click
Hiding her face from the camera, been fucking her lips up
SVJ or Wraith, I wake up and pick one
Bad bitch, white owl grape, I wake up and split one
Gassing up the gang, get up and go get some
Put a average on my side, she turn to a 10 huh?
Nothing to get my racks up, they looking for back up
Walls looking like some dirty teeth, they getting all plaqued-up
TRX 4x4 sitting up like a mack truck
They know I'm a killer, it's cool, I don't have to act tough
If money the root of all evil, might as well call me a demon
This hoe gotta pay me to fuck, future millionaires in my semen
Eight figures for the swag, closet looking neimans
Fuck em I'm setting a boundary
Still got a chip on my shoulder
I see that he barely breathing
I still gotta fuck him over
Gronk spiking my soda, in the field with the crash outs
3s hanging like a floater, yea I can show you how to cash out
Pretty bitch with a bad mouth
They ain't haters they parasites
Turn his life to a memory couldn't even fill up a megabyte
Thick bitch with some coochie cutters, dick get hard from the cellulite
Plenty days I been wrong, but every day my money right
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
Told that bitch I don't need her
Hoe wanna talk about feelings well I'm feeling myself
Terrorist up in the SRT I'm giving them hell
I been codeine-crazy, splitting xans with hoes
It's been fuck you pay me, even my manners gone
Even my manners gone
Even my manners gone
Even my manners gone
Manners gone
Manners gone
Manners gone
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
This that shit you get that money to
