Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Pay me for a verse ill smash on your shit
Snatch a couple fans now they blasting my shit
Very few niggas put passion in this
I happen to be one so passionate
Long as the mula in my pasture shit
All a nigga know is count cash, go get
Log in the gram blowing gas bowflex
So if you ain’t the homie, standing next to the homie, you a quick finesse lil nigga you dont know me
I’m extra terrestrial, nigga so loaded im slurring on records still threaten these niggas
Shit all I want is a check from these niggas
Hop on they tracks disrespecting these niggas
Especially niggas pretending to vision
Look man just send me the beats & the benjis
& You could be kenny
Just for a minute
[Hook]
All these bills man i swear this shit is treason
Copping all these clothes when im stepping in the stores niggas already know the shit illegal Treason
Tryna make a mill man i swear this shit is Treason
Telling all my lil niggas, mutherfuck a deal nigga, dishing you the real nigga, all this shit is Treason
[Verse 2]
I been broke this whole week got me fucked up tonight
Scrolling through Craigslist to fuck up a life
Bros on the street looking out left & right
Cause im bouta finesse should invest in advice
On the net
But we reckless in life
It connect
So i guess ain’t no righteous excuse for this shit
Man my niggas see bitches seduce & dismiss
Get wicked for riches we used to this shit
Better play your cards right nigga you know to switch
I’m numero uno you do know this shit
Reciprocal dope like it judo i flip
Flip
Flip, niggas’ll switch in a sec
Niggas’ll dip at the first sense of threat
Me i can’t swim i ain’t holding my breath all that other shit Treason
[Bridge]
You know I’m e-vil (x3)
[Verse 3]
Nah ima save that shit for later
Know a nigga fingers crossed when i promise in my prayers
Niggas want real drugs wanna keep they bread up
Up, barrettas to bless
Motherfuck a cross all that bullshit made up
Up, where niggas ain’t headed
You get it? its rare
Fuck what your pastor be spitting
This real
Fuck what your pastor be spitting
I still-kill
Got this gold on my wrist & these hoes on my dick cause im looking so gold, gold
She fucking the bros like incest so obsessed with these aventador, doors
Rollin up weed bouta pour me a four
Dont come after me I’m just letting you know
All that shit you need & consider so dope its
Treason
[Hook]
All these bills man i swear this shit is treason
Copping all these clothes when im stepping in the stores niggas already know the shit illegal
Treason
Tryna make a mill man i swear this shit is treason
Telling all my lil niggas, motherfuck a deal nigga, dishing you the real nigga, all this shit is
Treason
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