By Any Means ft. Fedd the God Lyrics

Left pocket, my glizzy, my back pocket hold a blue red

Right pocket, got rackies, stuffed all in it, let me finish

Shopping sprees at Lennox, new Chanel, and Louis linens

Don't come around if you ain't gang, I don't know you niggas

I BBL my bitch, yeah, yeah

She conceal and hold my glick, yeah, yeah

It's all VVs when I piss, yeah, yeah

My opps see me, they get sick, yeah, yeah

Junkies at my house, serving up like a nine to five

I feel like I'm Jamie on the corner, I had to survive

I was in that pot, Betty Crock, I had the supply

Get rich or die trying, mask up, I gotta provide

Jumped off the porch when I turned 16

Clutching the glock while I brush my teeth

Chrome heart on my back, cause I move with crosses

Running to the cash, I can't get exhausted

Get it by any means, I can't take no losses

How they count me out

I was giving sauce when they said it was a drought

Brought her to the bando, never to my house

Every time I leave the club, I'm switching up my route

Gotta book through Dylan, if you're trying to bring me out

She be happy when I call, cause she know what I'm about

Two cups, doubled up, it's just a Texas thing

Big chains, gold teeth, that's how I leave the scene

Left pocket, my glizzy, my back pocket hold a blue red

Right pocket, get rocky, stuffed all in it, let me finish

Shopping sprees at Lennox, new Chanel, and Louis linens

Don't come around if you ain't gang, I don't know you niggas

I BBL my bitch, yeah, yeah

She conceal and hold my glick, yeah, yeah

It's all VVs when I piss, yeah, yeah

My opps see me, they get sick, yeah, yeah

It's all foreign in my whip

I don't like a born bitch

Yeah, this touring got me rich

I want the wocky, not the trish

I sold grams, dog, and piss

I ain't have a pot to piss

Now my hallway long as fuck

I got a aquarium and fish, yeah

Cartier, big C's, I ain't gotta throw no signs, my glasses do

Yeah, my checks don't bounce, but I bet they asses do

Playing trap and screwed, I'm in Houston in the fastest coupe

Niggas broke as fuck, don't get the joke, that's why we laugh at dude

Rich-ass nigga, baller with tendencies

Play with me, you a memory

Mamas playing symphonies

Drop codeine in my sip of lean

Left pocket, my glizzy, my back pocket hold a blue red

Right pocket, get rocky, stuffed all in it, let me finish

Shopping sprees at Lennox, new Chanel, and Louis linens

Don't come around if you ain't gang, I don't know you niggas

I BBL my bitch, yeah, yeah

She conceal and hold my glick, yeah, yeah

It's all VVs when I piss, yeah, yeah

My opps see me, they get sick, yeah, yeah