Don't Make A Sound Lyrics

Chasemoney on this bitch nigga

Walk him down in style, Gucci tee Amiri Denim

Reckless talking out that foul mouth, smack him in his dentals

Business talk through the phone, me and Quan, confidential shit

Traveling all across the world, continental shit

Coronavirus deep, put him six feet in the ground

King tat inside my arm, someone lead me to the crown

Jeweler threw a lake on me, fucked around almost drowned

Shut the fuck up when I'm speaking boy you bet not make a sound

Back on that drill shit

Back on that drill shit

Hit Spoogy, tell him load the beat then I kill the shit

You messing with a boss shawty, it don't get more real than this

Keep a rod on me, I'm the man, on that Dennis shit

Bad hoes nigga, god damn I got ten of them

And three of them, they want to fuck at once, we bout to foreplay

Grinding all day, it's five o'clock, I'm on my fourth play

On the way to millions, we not on the way to court dates

I want power like a Jude so I can have more say

Money pile high, standing taller than the doorway

V12 engine power, that's if niggas want to horseplay

Eating astronomical, nothing less than gourmet

Tried to lie to me, I caught her silly ass in 4k

HDTV, these niggas want to be me

She want to link, can't see me like Stevie

Work Working like RiRi

Spray paint his ass, no graffiti

Better play this on repeat nigga

Had the opps thinking they was at the beach, all they see is shells

At the trap house, weed and the scales

Bows wrapped up, can't even smell

Better come and shop, we throwing sales

She throw it at me, catch it, Odell

Give thanks to god I ain't been to jail

Want to go to heaven, can't go to hell nigga

Money on the floor, nigga say that

Lay his ass down, need a wave cap

Choppa trip his ass like his shoes untied

He start stumbling, make him face plant, make his face crack

Put you in a blunt then I face that

Sick talking, need a face mask

Up forever like a face tat

Lap you niggas like a race track

Money heavy, it's a weight rack

I'm too official, I'm too rare like a needle in a hay stack

She stop herself when she see me like you do a car at the train tracks

I'm too real, I'm too chill, recliner seat, bitch I'm laid back

Walk him down in style, Gucci tee Amiri Denim

Reckless talking out that foul mouth, smack him in his dentals

Business talk through the phone, me and Quan, confidential shit

Traveling all across the world, continental shit

Coronavirus deep, put him six feet in the ground

King tat inside my arm, someone lead me to the crown

Jeweler threw a lake on me, fucked around almost drowned

Shut the fuck up when I'm speaking boy you bet not make a sound