Dismissed

Cartier yah yah Me and Tjay, oh
Times like this, times like this
Times like this, yeah I miss
My momma I miss her yeah
Yah yeah, Dexter yeah
Hi mom, yeah, I miss us
Ooh, momma I miss you, yeah
I miss you,  yeah,  Dexter, Tjay, yah

Ride around with me a blick
Can't trust a nigga
'cause a nigga did the slick
Run up on me swear to God, boy
You get dismissed
Yeah, yeah, you get dismissed
I remember I was broke, I ain't have it
Now a nigga got the cheese
He got that cabbage
She wanna fuck me and she married
I don't wanna fuck you baby have my baby
No no i heard you was a whole hoe
Call Lil Tjay that's my lil' bro
We all slammed on some good blow
Any nigga lookin' stupid shot
Him to the floor trynna make it, huh
All these niggas trynna take it
You run up on me swear
To God that 50 shakin'
That bitch got titties on
It yeah it's bakin'
Yeah, yahh, I want the money
I don't want no fake shit I'm not a dummy
All these niggas round me got no money
If you ain't talking 'bout no
Business or the money
Go yeah, you can go real far, yeah
Real far yeah, you can go real far, yeah
And momma, rest in peace, yeah I miss ya

Chasin' the money, I get to the bag
I know they hatin' on me and it's sad
Never wanna lie I'ma keep it a stack
Shootin' to the top and I ain't goin' back
I had no choice but to hop in my bird
They want my face on the front of a shirt
If I call Dexter he goin' berserk
I call the gang they put you in the dirt
Ooh, I'm doin' my thing
You think I'ma slap then you goin' insane
Paid industry I be makin' it rain
Bro relation but any hoe ain't a thing
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'ma pull up with the gang
Huh, huh, huh, huh
No we ain't playin' no games

No we not playin' no games
That 30 on me, yeah, it bang
Huh, ooh, you better stay in your lane
I keep my shooters with me
You know they gon' bang
It's me and Tjay swervin' in the Ranger
I remember days I was broke now
I remember days I was sleepin
On that floor now
I fuck her then she want some more now
Ooh girly, yeah, I know, yeah
She wanna fuck me then she fuck my bro
I can't DM her 'cause that bitch a slut
It's me and Tjay, yeah, we turnin' up
Yeah, on fire on my bag I have my berk
Got a bitch she wanna Perc'
Couple of big mans in the hearse
Wait, I make em squirm
And use a sub a nigga just sub me up
Ooh, and I'm, yeah, yeah ooh, yeah, yeah
And the money on me why I ain't sad, yeah
I'm 300 I don't care, yeah
Fuck that bitch I tell her yeah
I'll pull her by her hair, yeah
Yeah, yeah