Smooky MarGielaa - Before lyrics
[Smooky MarGielaa - Before lyrics]
Before I made a couple figures
It took mad long
Keep on going, I can’t stop
No matter how long
Before I had a house in the hills
I had to stay strong
Had a couple bands on me i had to make more
Remember on the run thought I was done
Had to lay low, bankrolls
Had to jugg and rob for them pesos
Now I pull up Lambo truck, skrt
With your skeez, know you’re feeling hurt
All these diamonds on me VV, hoe
Hop up in a ‘vert, then I breeze
I swear niggas love to talk behind ya back
Not with me
Reason why I’m always running with the strap
Play with me
You gon’ see a bullet flying towards your hat
Murder scene
Sneak dissing, I ain’t with that
I don’t need no shit from no one, nigga
Causе I get that spend a whole lotta monеy
Got no budget when I’m in Saks
Every time I’m shopping
I don’t ever check the price tag
Niggas be real groupies
Hit me up I never write back
Some people wanna see me win
Some people wanna see me fall
Studio, I’m always in
You bullshitting, can’t get involved
I’m dripping in all type of shit
Overseas, I got it from Milan
Bro put me on a private jet
I can’t wait to get my own
Before I made a couple figures
It took mad long
Keep on going, I can’t stop
No matter how long
Before I had a house in the hills
I had to stay strong
Had a couple bands on me i had to make more
Remember on the run thought I was done
Had to lay low, bankrolls
Had to jugg and rob for them pesos
Now I pull up Lambo truck, skrt
With your skeez, know you’re feeling hurt
All these diamonds on me VV, hoe
It took mad long
Keep on going, I can’t stop
No matter how long
Before I had a house in the hills
I had to stay strong
Had a couple bands on me i had to make more
Remember on the run thought I was done
Had to lay low, bankrolls
Had to jugg and rob for them pesos
Now I pull up Lambo truck, skrt
With your skeez, know you’re feeling hurt
All these diamonds on me VV, hoe
Hop up in a ‘vert, then I breeze
I swear niggas love to talk behind ya back
Not with me
Reason why I’m always running with the strap
Play with me
You gon’ see a bullet flying towards your hat
Murder scene
Sneak dissing, I ain’t with that
I don’t need no shit from no one, nigga
Causе I get that spend a whole lotta monеy
Got no budget when I’m in Saks
Every time I’m shopping
I don’t ever check the price tag
Niggas be real groupies
Hit me up I never write back
Some people wanna see me win
Some people wanna see me fall
Studio, I’m always in
You bullshitting, can’t get involved
I’m dripping in all type of shit
Overseas, I got it from Milan
Bro put me on a private jet
I can’t wait to get my own
Before I made a couple figures
It took mad long
Keep on going, I can’t stop
No matter how long
Before I had a house in the hills
I had to stay strong
Had a couple bands on me i had to make more
Remember on the run thought I was done
Had to lay low, bankrolls
Had to jugg and rob for them pesos
Now I pull up Lambo truck, skrt
With your skeez, know you’re feeling hurt
All these diamonds on me VV, hoe