Feet On Land

de Moneybagg Yo

Killer
Killer
Bagg
Killer
Season

Put me on the stand, read my Miranda, still won't tell the truth
Buy a Maybach 680 just 'cause I ain't have nothin' to do (nyoom)
Ridin' in the new coupe with no roof, my neck and wrist a million and two
Two karat stones, GIA, two foreign whips identical
Uh, backseat on that blitz, I told my killer: Shoot: Fah (bah)
My left wrist so icy, I could chill a room
Wire sent, it's gon' hit before noon
I been on some shit, I'ma make a hundred million soon (go)

Put a rap check in my earlobe, same diamonds in my tooth (twin)
AP plain Janes, don't look like it, but it cost some dog poop (shit)
SRT sittin' up on fuck you's: It's yellow and red like Winnie the Pooh
Two bad bitches delulu, they do whatever I tell them to do (uh)
I already know hundred mill' on the way, so I'm thankin' Allah in advance (before)
You niggas ain't killers, just rappin'-ass niggas, really my biggest of fans (a ho)
Eleven some hours to pick up the yen, just came from a show in Japan (okay)
Like the national guard, this movement large, we here, nigga, feet on land (take it over)

I be taxin' you fuck niggas just like Uncle Sam (come on)
Buy a Lamb', buy a Rolls and buy another Lamb' (nyoom, nyoom, nyoom)
I was warrin', gettin' whips and tellin' my brothers: Spin
Soon as the G-Lock jammed up, we gettin' another Gen (go)
Soon that 'Rari had dropped, I copped, had broke it in
Soon these niggas see what we doin', they do it, we set the trends (they watchin')
It don't matter how you get it, a win is a win (you get it)
Seen that contract for that sixty, damn near broke the pen (I'm with it, ayy)

Yeah, my last deal was worth some shit, I'm goin' inde', they hope I sign again
I ain't even really excited 'cause when I ain't have shit, I still was ridin' a Benz
I'm tryna start a commission with all the rich niggas, Bagg, we lockin' in
And sittin' down with a Glock 23 and a Glock 27, call 'em fraternal twins (skrrt, go)

Got a Italian whip imported, 'Rari truck got horses (power)
Ain't wanna hit her from the back, she gorgeous, fuck 'round, scuffed my Forces (fuck)
We treatin' the game like a relay race, told Gotti: Pass me the torchy (fire)
They don't pay homage 'cause they can't afford it (haha, go, ayy)

Killer
Killer
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