SERIOUS - THE COMMISSION (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

SERIOUS - THE COMMISSION (feat. Moneybagg Yo) lyrics

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I been up all, yeah, I been up all, I been up and I been– yeah Uh, uh, uh I been up all way tryna ten years from now, huh, huh Bitch, we ain't got nothin' in common, you fuckin' on a rat, huh My lil boy more gangster than you and he ain't came with a twat, yeah I motivate all the gangsters in prison to run up a check, uh Yeah, broke out them racks on a broke bitch, she was just talkin' like I ain't the one, uh Dressin' all white and it's white on the ice, I look like a brick of that uh, uh, uh Wake up and get to some money, then fire up a blunt if it's exotic, uh Gettin' off a flight out the country, prayin' me and this ho don't get spotted I'm a soldier, Bagg the capo, I'm tryna fuck a rap nigga rap ho He tryna 'flauge, he got flexed on, he tryna box, he got picked on She tryna fuck, she got sexed on, four ain't enough, I need a hun-dun I'm callin' your bluff, break out some munyun, that ain't enough, go make a store run I hear you talkin', I ain't takin' you serious, I promise on none of you niggas I'm in that Yami with Fatt, 680 Maybach, I'm droppin' the top on you niggas Yeah, and I drop it lo' where I'm at right now, I bet you I break out the city, uh TSA trippin', open my carry-on, five hundred thousand in fifties She want a ring, bling, shrimps and wings, ho, I can't take you serious My grown bitch mad, burnt but burnt, bitch, I told you, I can't take it serious Bitch steady hollerin' out wine and steak, I'm a street nigga, bitch, go whip up some cereal Ho said: Ha, now let's go to the bank, I thought she was jokin', but man, she serious Tryna act like they don't know 'bout a nigga, deep in my bag, they gon' have to see me They ain't gon' say it, they really wanna be me, this shit came straight from the block to the TV Diamonds, they VV, shout out to Johnny, flew in to come see me This new grill hit up like: Dang, dang, dang That pack up, it hit up like: Bang, bang, bang, he got left in the rain like Saint Fatt gon' be fat, so fuck what you think, hrrt, the cutter gon' see what he think You public, I'm private, two different planes, me and 5 pull up shootin' like Skrrt, pull right up in a big body on Forgis Feelin' important, security escort me Shoot up the spot, Fox pay off the mortgage I don't know 'bout your block, but my shit jumpin' His gang, he swapped, he'll gang bang an orphan Cut off the top in the Cutlass, I'm buckin' He chose to rot, he better know it For the drink, bro say– I need a kit, stop at the Wawa Your shit don't hit, you ain't go to Hamah My nigga, he Ifa, protect baba Killer in the cut, them dumb, get fah, fah I bake cakes and get cakes baked, they'll tell you I'm Cosa Nostra Been had faith I'd make it one day, I ain't depend on no job Uh, pull up Lamborghini, I got a bitch on the way, she Crippin' Big old bag, I'm tippin', I hit the club just to fuck with the strippers I hit the club just to get some new bitches, go to the trenches and take a few pictures I took a ho serious to go do my big one, in VIP while I smoke on a real one She want a ring, bling, shrimps and wings, ho, I can't take you serious My grown bitch mad, burnt but burnt, bitch, I told you, I can't take it serious Bitch steady hollerin' out wine and steak, I'm a street nigga, bitch, go whip up some cereal Ho said: Ha, now let's go to the bank, I thought she was jokin', but man, she serious