Lyrics:
Ay
N**** dont move
Back in tha bushes my roots
All bout a price tag
These n****s gon be on tha news
I got a big bag
Rollin up gas like a snack wrap
bitch (Bad)
Only fuck with n****s that be mad rich (Rich)
Hunnit carats (Yep), for da cabbage
Woo woo woo woo
You ain't fuckin' with ah bitch that's
I just bought a choppa for the gang
(For the gang)
I know they gon let it blow
And I know my n****s down to ride
(Down to ride)
My n****s slide then
bruh, let's do it, from the 'Ham to Montgomery
'Member back when I was starving, n****s left your boy hungry
I'm in the traffic nine to five, I'm tryna
(Snoop)
All of these pussy ass n****s be acting N****s ain't really in traffic
Catch a pussy n***a they lacking
Everybody say they bout that action
gotta keep it solid I don't care bout it depends
And these n****s tryna foul me tell the ref watch the extend ( Push Off)
I tell all my n****s before you
I ain't the only n***a out here
Steady tryna get paid
N****s hitting new lows
25 for a trey
I ain't the only n***a out here
Steady tryna get paid
Times gon' change but I’m never gon' fold
I’m on hunt, searching for gold
Fuck me fast, suck me slow
Can’t fuck with n****s all I need is dough
Zara
flexing on these bitches
Stay flexing on these n****s
Hit they ass with the stiff arm
Keep it going
I don't know your pain
You don't know my pain
They
baby
Come on shake it if you want it
N I know you n****s want it
Bitch I know you n****s want it
N I know you n****s want it
Bitch I know you n****s want
my n****s
Told them we gone get these riches
I had to make decision
Play in the field or go get it...
I wake up to get it, no way that I'm finished
All my n****s with me
We be Brooklyn Hippies
Rolling up that sticky
Keep it super trippy
All my n****s with me
We be Brooklyn Hippies
Blow it by
unreachable ones, you know we don't leave no PINS
No P-I-NS
No P-I-NS (nah, nah)
No P-I-NS
No P-I-NS
No P-I-NS
No P-I-NS (nah, nah)
No P-I-NS
No P-I-NS
No
Already know what’s going on
Can’t fuck with these n****s I get me some money (yeah ah)
Can’t fuck with these bitches I get me some money
Run up that
Are you awake?
Can you hear me?
I got to tell you something
(Automatik)
Bae told me that all of you n****s fake
I leave n****s get all of you
with me as long as she gone make my pockets better
Now we both out here getting bands on these n****s
Do our dance on these n****s
In a stance on these
deals
We vibing don't say nothing 'bout it
Keep that on the low, now we living in silence, okay
Back in the day I was looking at n****s that got it
I'm
pain, its insane
This some s*** I could crash out and bang to
(Yea)
Some s*** I get paid to
In my city its too many n****s
Don't know you from nothin but
(Grrr)
(Ha)
I guess that’s my tag, right
(Ayoo)
These n****s chatting (like rats)
I f**k a bag up (and get it back)
I shut it down when I’m
(On God)
(On Slime)
F*** It I’m The Best
I Never Stress
A lot Of N****s Depend On Me
But Won’t Leave The Nest
F*** It I’m The Best
I Never Stress
*Peewee Kirkland talks*
Gotta keep my distance from these n****s
They be bitches
Luckily I'm cuffed
I'd be sing to they bitches
Luckily I'm
Yeah I’m still me n***a,
Like my lanyard on the ground you know me I’m low key n***a,
Yeah I cant see n****s
On my way to the top and I don’t plan
Yo Kermit what you came up with man
Yo Kermit just came up with a banger, man
We bout to f*** this shit up
These n****s fake and they hate ion feel
(Woo)
(I don't do friends with none of you n****s, nah)
(I ain't doing friends with none of you n****s)
(Facts)
I don't do friends, I don't do hoes,
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