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Featuring(s) : a4

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[Verse 1: KILLY]
I couldn’t waste no time, we up to the sunrise
Two twins and they fine size, don’t fight, both wanna be mine
Designer yellow bones, go get the cash and bring it home
Big brick on the wrist, two-tone, lil bitch made her touch her toes
Big clip, don’t need to reload
Hits on hits in the studio
I know they plottin’ on somethin’
We know that he got hit and the truth he told
Ah, keep it a hundred just ‘cause a hundred irons
Were you paid? You missin’ somethin’? That shit way late, nothin’
Take a pic, don’t touch it, bro got a drum, he play percussion
Yeah, how could you hatе when you came from nothing?
No long time, no timе for discussion
It’s a double s ting, it ain’t a question

[Chorus: KILLY]
I got my hands on the millions (Yeah)
That shit really don't mean that much (Yeah)
I'm on plentiful, I'm turnt up (What?)
Fuck the fake love, it's only us (Yeah)
But the same ones when I was down (Down)
Difference is, is now we up (Up)
The same minute that I touch down (Down)
Whole city know and they turn up (Up)

[Verse 2: a4]
Gimme my assist passing all these bitches
They only hate on me when they want attention
I betta make it now pops got no pension
Fuck these cops tryna gimme a citation
I ain’t been home in a really long time
Momma think ima od oh my
If you my bitch you don’t stand in line
She love it when I beat it from the side
Used to hit the store now we on a roll
Everyday rodeo
This a no photo zone
Can’t put a hold on me these cash funds
These hoes pull up when the cash come
Find me in the bank with a bad one
Make it thunder storm like a crash site
Don’t catch feelings we catch flights
Pledge your soul to secret only if you mean it

[Bridge: KILLY]
(No, no, no)
(Oh yeah)
Only if you mean it
She in love w me but loving my demeanour
Number nine jeans it came with a Nina
I maneuver through the city unseen yea
My life like a movie
This the scene yea
I can not fear no man if he bleed yea

[Verse 3: KILLY]
She gimme top and a belly rub
Fuck the fake love, it's only us
Roll it, write up, I'm gettin' stuck
I just wanna feel like some'
(something, something)
I just wanna feel like some'
Bring my blunt in the backpack
I send it through Cash App
Someone asked me where the old me at
That's how I know you ain't know me, yeah
I know they plottin’ on somethin’
We know that he got hit and the truth he told

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