the end ft. BR@ZY!! Lyrics

Yuh, yuh, yuh aye

Sellin' bags on the low

Said I'm sellin' mags on the low

Said I'm killin' shh on the low, on the low

Fuck sippin' lean, I ain't pourin' on no fours

All that shit you was talkin', where the fuck did it go

I pull up on your grandma, leave a tag on her toe

Im just get so much money, yeah I'm grabbin' for more

Said I'm grabbin' for more, yeah, I need all the cheese

Yeah, she need all my dick, yeah, she beggin' for me

Yeah, I'm fuckin' with this Asian, yeah, I'm ballin' over seas

I don't know why y'all tryna fuck with me, y'all not even in my league

Yeah, y'all not even in my league, why you tryna touch my game

Yeah, Millie a different drug, yeah, I swear she special strain

Yeah I'm forever loud pack, you know we always gettin' gains

You'll never know how I feel, yeah, you'll never know my pain

Okay, it felt like I'm doin' a lot

I been locked down with Lil' Droolie a lot

This nigga run up, then you know he get shot

This nigga be pussy, not actin' the same

But when I run up, they ain't doin' a lot

You was talkin' on IG, you do it all day

But when I pull up, man, you talk to the cops

Man, you talkin' a lot, man, you talkin' too much

Put the dick all in her mouth, make her hush

Brodie sippin' on lean, put a four in her crush

And you said that she love you, she eat me for lunch

Man, I'm fuckin' your bitch, but you couldn't touch

And I'm spending a rack, cause I got enough

Couldn't talk to a rat, I'm stayin' on hush

Cause I hang with them niggas who shootin' it up

And I slide with Lil' Drool, and we runnin' it up

Boy these niggas not comp boy they newbies to us

When we beatin' the opps, it's not newly to us

Them boys at the top are not beatin' us up

When I slide on the beat, man, I'm eatin' it up

You said she was vegan, not vegan for us

Man, the bitches, they really be feedin' for us

Niggas be bitches, not competing with us

Man, I like to fight, I don't like to fuss

The cops behind me, they get left in the dust

He raisin' his voice, he ain't speakin' to us

Cause I'm rasin' my Glock and it's stop in' the fuss

And I'm shootin' a lot, I do it a lot

You talkin' too much, you ain't doin' a lot

And we zoomin', trackhawk, yeah, we speedin' a lot

And we spendin' that money, we do it a lot

Huh, yuh