Sprite Can (feat. SNDF AyeOne)

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1008 grams in my book bag
Mixed a half of pint of wak wit a sprite can
Bout to go and get some money
That's the fucking plan
Bout to go and get some money
That's the fucking plan
Yeah bags coming in from out of state
Touch da pack now it's in good hands Allstate
Riding on the interstate with the weight if the police get behind me den I make a great escape
Aye one in the house real estate with the pack so loud you gone need some hearing aids
In the trap with $100 slabs on a dinner plate like an expensive dinner date
Steel on my Waist I won't let you steal from me
Just know that I'm buckin
I don't f*ck with 12 but this nine hold a dozen
Put dat bitch to yo head Jus like a concussion
If it ain't about money bitch don't interrupt me
Im focused on scaling and selling these onions
Only time running is after the money
Or if behind me I see dat police coming
I don't take yo hoe out to eat she jus eatin the meat
And den I put some dick in her stomach
Grab some fish scale and den cut it n gut it
I'm in the trap day and night jus like kid kudi
Bitch I'm from da mud double cup filled wit muddy
No r n b I grab a bump n grind to get dem hunnets
My pack from Denver I ball like the nuggets
Bitch my money talk you ain't talkin bout nothin
Gas bag in a book bag when I bus it out the vac dat bitch smell like
Hit yo bitch from da back pull her hair she like
Run it up till I run outta breath like
Ion want ya hoe cuz her breath smell like
Half a pint of lean and a soda can to get my head right
I remember when shit went left
Nigga I was in the trap nigga tryna get da bread right
1008 grams in my book bag
Mixed a half of pint of wak wit a sprite can
Bout to go and get some money
That's the fucking plan
Bout to go and get some money
That's the fucking plan
For a Whole thing of dat Za
Cost you bout 4 racks
Stash the work up in the tires
Yea we ride like that
Went on a trip to get some money
I ain't never com back
Ain't selling nothing but that ether
I bet it come back
I fell in love with the Trap
Don't leave the house without the Strap
No Cap
I ain't slipping homes
But I fucked yo bitch in Louis slippers
Love how she ride the dick
Mixed a half of pint wit a sprite can
thought I was sick
But I'm sick wit the flow tho
Up like on Nodos
I'm always in go mode
No they can't catch me she make the dick disappear when she neck me
You know that the Feddi my bestie
think you can pass then I dare you to test me
Had to run it up couldn't be broke
Make sure it's all there don't come short
I'll put you in a swisher if you want smoke
I'm headed back to the Money on that note
1008 grams in my book bag
Mixed a half of pint of wak with a sprite can
Bout to go and get some money
That's the fucking plan
Bout to go and get some money
That's the fucking plan

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