Intro (Georgetown) lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I got my eye on the score, my new b*tch a whore
I swear I just met her, she say she f*cked me before
N*gga, I shoot up your Beamer then hopped in a Porsche
We been here before, I got money galore
And I pride myself, this nine on my belt
Play with your health then take on a shelf
Bang, I smoke like an elf
I’m rich by myself
Yo b*tch with my guys we bout to take out cirocs
I load up my chopper, I’m finna go slide
You know I’m a killer, just look in my eyes
I shoot at his base, he acting surprised
I told you we’re crazy, don’t play
Cause I hate the job

[Verse 2:]
My new b*tch a geeko a thirty manino
I f*ck her then leave her
Her pus*y pop through my speaker
They white like Selena, a packed out arena
My Rolex is cleaner
My white b*tch a diva
Her daddy a lawyer
We both know I need her
But when I beat this case I swear this
God I’mma leave her
Bring this back to my city
Georgetown with my n*ggas
Made it East with my junkie
Stadium with my strippers
You PT with my migo
This is multi kilo
I got coke out for dealo
Then gon’ f*ck in my be yo
N*gga, middle finger to see yo
Vegas to Rino
Run them high out to Mali
I see them marrow and Cleo
I got bangers and nervers
I see police I’m swerving
Got my wife in the town
My b*tch behind her I’m scourging
I know I’m young I deserve it
Money splurging on purpose
I bought the sl*tty boys a house
b*tch get the f*ck out b*tch
Out b*tch
[Verse 3:]
Should be sucking di*k
You run your mouth b*tch
I can make the money flip but I can’t buy no house fit
Dog, b*tch he from outta town he buy the counterfeit
Set him up, take him down
Then evac, know who I found him with
Sound kick, 50 clip
Hunnid round chopper kit
I’m a be at hunnid East staking shrimp with chopsticks
Clean sh*t, shopping chopper blocks what you got kid
Dimple hit a n*gga in the chest like a drop kick
Oh sh*t Feds haunting, sleeping with my old b*tch
I f*ck with her, she likes to keep the stove lit
Africans and Mexicans, goony town all kinda bad
Shooter from Afghanistan, here’s to sh*t you never had
Young Mo, five thou, Chris Bo, side South
Dough low, young and throwing bullets like he romo
Oh no I just caught the yabba for the low low
f*cking with the cash black body bag polo
n*ggas say he want the B, caught him at the go go
Ask him what he get from me
This murder sh*t don’t work for free
Play with me, you pay a fee
Snitches stay away from me
These b*tches lay with me, they wanna make a way for me
Hustling no chasing me, I’m bout the paper basically
Never sleep, A to Z, I turn the ones and twos to three
Lots of killers under me, right here where I wanna be
I don’t f*ck with pus*y n*ggas, Them n*ggas not one of me
Forty four to thirty three, my father sells anything
But he don’t know the drama that this semi brings
I run my own sh*t I got my own thing
What you mean? sl*tty boys over everything
What you mean? sl*tty boys over everything
I’m 500 thousand up on you n*ggas
And I come from North East niga
Ain’t got sh*t to say
Georgetown n*gga, Georgetown n*gga
Let’s get that money