P Dyllie35

Lyrics

[INTRO] Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow [VERSE 1] I buy a new car for the b- (for real) I tear down the mall with the b- (for real) You can't even talk to the b- (nah) She f- with bosses and sh- (on God) I pull up in 'Raris and sh- (skrrt) With choppas and Harleys and sh- (for real) I be Gucci'd down (Gucci) You wearin' Lacoste and sh- Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light 50 Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 75 hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket -, be careful when you dumpin' yo' ashes I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action The streets raised me [PRE-HOOK] I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster * tryna copy me, they playin' catch up I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper I been smokin' gas and I got no asthma [HOOK] I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 M's in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down [VERSE 2] Yeah, dawg, nah, for real, dawg Straight up out the six, now got a house in the Hills, dawg Wanna see a body? Get you killed, dawg Wanna tweet about me? Get you killed, dawg Killed dawg, I'm a real dawg You a lil' dawg Bill dawg, want a bil', dawg Chasin' mills, dawg Dunk right in your b- like O'Neal, dawg Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dawg Choppa sting you like a eel, dawg [HOOK] I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 M's in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account [VERSE 3] Ruler clip, sent a ruler hit Pull up on your b-, she say that I got a ruler d- Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah sh- Glock cocked now, I don't really give no f- 'bout who I hit Yeah, your b-, she get jiggy with me Keep that Siggy with me -, I'm Mad Max You know I got