32red - Still Flossy

Back in this bitch and I'm chilling with gang
These niggas too pussy they know they can't hang
Watch I spend a couple racks on a iced out chain
Bitch it's yellow gold diamonds you gone hear that shit clank
Ignore when I'm broke but you love that I'm richer
Now you want the kid cuz my pockets got bigger
And I don't want yo ass better call on ya nigga
If you mad stay sad I don't care if you bitter
Back in this bitch gotta redo the basics
Still thank the lord screaming mama I made it
Still black on a nigga get fly like a raven
Go silent through the field then I kill like I'm Jason
Dropped Pt. 4 yet a nigga still groovy
In love with the money can't trust me a floozy
I do what I want now he dead from this uzi
How you top dog but a nigga ain't move me
Say what you want but a bitch can't hurt me
Peep what I said better act like you heard me
If a hoe said I'm poor then her friend said I'm dirty
Just know they in my bed in the back getting sturdy
If a nigga get rich then my brothers get rich too
Give me the top baby don't wanna lick you
You a bad lil vibe baby shit I might have to pick you
But why fuck one when you know I can pick two
One phone call and my killers stay ready
Then I laugh at the dead cuz I'm known to get petty
Bitch don't swing my way cuz you see I count fetty
Plus I lie then I'll cheat got me feeling like Eddie
You stupid ass niggas really thought it was over
Got a brand new bitch just to ice out her choker
And a nigga too bright like a flare on the solar
Yet a nigga too cold like I'm born in the polar
Stupid ass niggas wanna take my chain
And these bitches fanned out wanna take my name
You ain't even side bitch you ain't even my main
And this is every day news but it comes with the fame
A nigga gone die if he fuck with my brother
If we kill one nigga then we go get the other
We catch him at the light then you better take cover
And I'm shooting lights out like I try to beat the buzzer
Starting off losing now I'm changing the story
A nigga want the money and a nigga want the glory
And this for cold nights every time it was stormy
You fucked up the bag should've tried to adore me
If a hoe said I'm poor and her friend said I'm dirty
And shoutout every bitch that denied and they curved me
And now they want the team tryna fuck for a jersey
And I don't get jiggy lil bitch I get sturdy

Written by:
Michael Redmond Jr.

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