Tomorrow 2.0
Blah
You already know man
Rody Gunz in this bitch
Yeah
Popping shit
Iun need extra niggas
I got extra clips
Iun need yo bitch
Cause my bitch
She got extra hips
Diamonds on my wrist
And my chains
This here extra yeah
Eleven thousand falling on the ground
Going up from here
Riding with my niggas dem
Pull up in that Bentley truck
We don't give a fuck about no opps
I keep that Drizzy tucked
It's like I took a trip to the Bahamas how I'm chilling bruh
I'm feeling her today
But I might not be feeling her tomorrow
I'm gon get money today
And I'm gon get some mo tomorrow
Riding with my stick you know I keep that bitch on auto
Balenciaga hit the toe just like I hit the lotto
And I keep a bad bitch with me like Mulatto
Get money today
Holla at her tomorrow
Know you got a man shawty I just wanna borrow
I don't wanna take no pic, I'm hiding from my PO
GMG the business and you know that I'm the CO
Chopping shit
Iun need extra niggas
I got extra clips
Iun need yo bitch
Cause my bitch
She got extra hips
Diamonds on my wrist
And my chains
This here extra yeah
Eleven thousand falling on the ground
Going up from here
Riding with my niggas dem
Pull up in that Bentley truck
We don't give a fuck about no opps
I keep that Drizzy tucked
It's like I took a trip to the Bahamas how I'm chilling bruh
I'm feeling her today
But I might not be feeling her tomorrow
Count up these millions
Till we pushing out the ceiling
I’mun get in her belly
She gon get in her feelings
Looking like a villain how we peeking out the rental
I’mun roll down the window when I know I’m gone drill em’
Options on the Blicky
I’ma pull me a licky
I could miss the whole clip
And still leave a nigga limping
Nigga be in trouble like his name Bart Simpson
Nigga gone start but I know I’m finna end em’
Coming with the ammo like he coming with the guap
Spin off these niggas I spin the block
If we got beef I press the plate
Pull out and (inhale) don’t hesitate
Tell the bartender "Whatchu sending my way?"
Pussy ass nigga get the fuck out my face
Think I'm OVO how I'm hanging with the Drake
Brett Farve nigga how I'm trying to run a play
I understood the assignment
I gave your bitch an alignment
How could you say that I'm lucky?
It was only perfect timing
Yeah
I be in the field like a O lineman
Opa-Locka where you probably find me
I'm a boss so you can't sign me
Mob boss like John Gotti
(iBigDog As Master of Ceremonies)
Popping shit
Iun need extra niggas
I got extra clips
Iun need yo bitch
Cause my bitch
She got extra hips
Diamonds on my wrist
And my chains
This here extra yeah
Eleven thousand falling on the ground
Going up from here
Riding with my niggas dem
Pull up in that Bentley truck
We don't give a fuck about no opps
I keep that Drizzy tucked
It's like I took a trip to the Bahamas how I'm chilling bruh
I'm feeling her today
But I might not be feeling her tomorrow