Cappa S$b - Emt Bidness
Cash out the bank in a black suburbanBlack denim flexin ya kno they not pressed
Applying pressure like im makin mad pills
Three in the morning i just scored an emt
Cash out the bank and it goes back to back
My bitch is bad and you kno her ass fat
I feel like saikik how i predict the drop
Rockstar livin everything i do jump
They call me the joker i play with em cards
Fill up the account but boy its not fraud
They dont have nothing to do with me
You aint on yo grind im stealing yo shawty
17th floor sippin oj big backwood blowing
$Sb LAF all the set is mobbin
I flipped a few pack i got it off the boat
I let her play with the puck till i see her nose bleed
Wrist is glistening its shinning its hockey
Cappa hit the bank, everybody freeze
Money longer than my arm i call it a sleeve
Lil shawty luv to sip that drank she dont even sneeze
Three AM i hit shells buying blunts that no sleep
I can't fuck with no broke bitches liver her on see
330 when i leave the scene it got a screen
Im rolling big trees and it got no seed
Made a few call and they pop out with the sticks
I move with the snow all my slime they slide
We screaming slatt hidden place in the hills
We done do what you dis boy you do it for the thrill
Got the fastest car it goes zoom i dont race
Spend a few bandz in my face flowda boy
Golden mouth but i hang in the south
Shore bandit give me all the profit n i want it quick
Im driving slow in traffic cus i got the shit
I just hit CI thats two bandz in my pants
Im still boasted in the range with my bros flexin chains
Too much shmurf in my hands i done spill my drank
Two lines of PAR and wockhard lost my mind
Started makin it rain now i sit in a plane
I done took them L now i cannot complain
He used to hate now he's the first one watchin
Im off the drank i can't hear too much talkin
She finessed him cus i let her do it
We makin moneyfast thats how $SB do it
Written by:
Michaël Capparelli
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