K-pop Lyrics

Yeah okay
Lil' CC on the beat mmm
Yeah yeah
I mean where the fuck
Should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large
Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead
Thought my raps wasn't facts
'Til they sat with the bars
I got two phones one need a charge
Yeah they twins I could tell they ass apart
I got big packs comin' on the way
I got big stacks comin' out the safe
I got Lil Max with me he the wave
It's a big gap between us in the game
In the next life I'm tryna stay paid
When I die put my money in the grave
When I die put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple
Niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat Realest Nigga on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
Now I'm like Nah love I'm good go away
Ain't about to die with no money
I done gave it
I was on top when that shit meant a lot
Still on top like I'm scared of the drop
Still on top and these niggas wanna swap
Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts
I don't wanna change
'Cause I'm good where I'm at
Mob ties so I'm always good where I'm at
Word to Junior Jazzy Baby J
Tell 'em when I die
Put my money in the grave
Couple figures killers call and collect
She fuck a nigga then she on to the next
Really livin' large she in awe with a mack
When you niggas thinkin' small
In the mall with a rat
Roll with us if you really wanna get it
Go get a half a million in the Sprinter
Phone ringin' bitches know a big tipper
I got the hookup and there's really no limit
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
Lil' nigga just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' chase Bank
Time to bounce
Gotta count on my allowance
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it
A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion dollars
Got the trap jumpin' like Zion
When I rebound it
Then I'm out
And I'll never talk about it
The homies quiet
But we all smoke the loudest
Rich niggas and I'm really bein' modest
'Cause the way I do my deals
Never treated like a artist
Want the house
You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and I'm countin'
Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit it
These niggas ain't livin'
So bury mine with me
Ross got it
When I die put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple
Niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat Realest Nigga on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
Now I'm like Nah love I'm good go away
Ain't about to die with no money
I done gave it