Them

(Wah)

Verse 4

Uh, uh, I just pulled up with 'em (Wah)

I just pulled up and I been on 'em (Yeah)

I just pulled up, yeah, I been on 'em (Wah)

We made it out the trenches, we got plenty (What?)

We got plenty (What?)

Yeah, we got plenty (Wah)

I just made a milli', yeah, I got plenty (Yeah)

Verse 5

I just made a milli', yeah, we got plenty (What?)

We got plenty (Yeah, what?)

Yeah, we got plenty (Wah)

Yeah, we got plenty (What?)

Yeah, we got plenty (Yeah)

Verse 6

Yeah, and I got fifty (slat)

Yeah, who fucking with me? (What)

Who rolling wit me?

Bitch I got plenty, yeah

[switch flows] I spend half of a millie’ just on a feat

I got Bentley and Benz right at my feet

I kill bitch for fun that’s my feat

All Rick and Balenci, bitch rate the fit

Ice on my neck,

Verse

Yeah, fifty deep, they rollin' with the king

Who ain’t fuckin’ with me, step, get a bean

Bitch, I’m flooded, new bag, no receipt

Snakes in the grass, leave 'em leakin’ at the feet

Countin’ cash on the floor since three, no sleep

Ghost the ho callin’, I’m chasin’ the P

Red beam on the dome, dot blink, he gone

Don’t loan a soul, I’m the one they owe

Bottom to the throne, block turned gold

Plug run dry, watch the zone get cloned

Feds on the line, I’m laughin’ while they trace

Safe full, they broke, can’t touch what I make

Chains cost rent, ice drippin’ on my chest

Still keep the stick, put a hole in his vest

Chorus

Half a mill’ just to say I’m that nigga

Bentley, no key, Benz sittin’ like figures

Kill for the rush, brand stamped on the trigger

Rick on my back, Balenci’ on the feet

Ice hit the bitch, make her knees touch the street

Verse

Yeah, fifty deep, they rollin’ with the king

Who ain’t fuckin’ with me, step, get a bean

Bitch, I’m flooded, new bag, no receipt

Chorus

Half a mill’ just to say I’m that nigga

Bentley, no key, Benz sittin’ like figures

Kill for the rush, brand stamped on the trigger

Rick on my back, Balenci’ on the feet

Ice hit the bitch, make her knees touch the street

Verse

Yeah, pack touch down, shooters on lock

Who real, who not, they smile then plot

Cut the middle, keep the top, no flop

Trigger wake up when the money get hot

New shipment land, weight in the trunk

Circle too small, can’t fit all the skunks

Money dip low, then the guns go clunk

I don’t play broke, I just play with the pump