immigrant Lyrics

I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches' ligaments

Vixens asking how I get figures in

I got dividends, bread illegitimate (Bitch)

But taxman thinking I'm innocent

So the white man want my imprisonment

Gotta stay vigilant

I ain't no idiot

In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant

Full speed like we're trying to get rid of them

Me and them man ain't no equivalent

Bro got spinners and

Sugar and cinnamon

Come fuck with the African militant

Old meth and my bros still killing it

Opps been feeling it

Bad ting giving it, uh

Cash flow look too hideous

The money give me the white man privilege

I know for a fact this worker won't follow me around if I pull out thеm racks

My niggas don't window shop, we pull down the window and push it back (Blatt)

No action but way more chat, thеse fuck niggas ain't on jack

They say the louder, the more they're brass

I see, I see that you're stack is flat (I see it)

She want to gun for gang and me

She's on her knees, that's blasphemy

I swear, God please don't be hard on me (Please)

The Glock been singing in harmonies

In different keys

This bitch getting hit on beat

Don't trust no one except myself, cause nothing in life is free

I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches' ligaments

Vixens asking how I get figures in

I got dividends, bread illegitimate (Bitch)

But taxman thinking I'm innocent

So the white man want my imprisonment

Gotta stay vigilant

I ain't no idiot

In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant

Full speed like we're trying to get rid of them

Me and them man ain't no equivalent

Bro got spinners and

Sugar and cinnamon

Come fuck with the African militant

Old meth and my bros still killing it

Opps been feeling it

Bad ting giving it, uh

Cash flow look too hideous

The money give me the white man privilege