No More Stressing
Young Scooter, Guap Tarantino
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We global now I got rich and I ain't look back Now I'm finessing and flexing Yeah, we made it, mama So it's no more stressing Everyday I'm taking chances, for The Freebandz, hustlin' And I'm a Black Amigo boss In the streets still thuggin' Yeah, you know we got them racks We can do what we want If they touch down with them Bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone I got money on my mind Couldn't forget the hard times Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah I know it's perfect time A hundred racks on me, a hundred racks on me Every hood I go, I got the pack on me Finessing and flexing and thuggin' In these 'Sace streets Gamblin' with the old heads Shooting dice for weeks Shout out to PFK 'cause I play for keeps Play with Street Twelve niggas shootin' out two Jeeps I put my mama boyfriend out last week Two diamond chains from Eliantte cost Me fifty a piece 80s baby, I was born in the crack era Nigga, I can dress the bricks up like mascara If you tryna get rich Then listen to what I tell you You can't trust these street niggas They change like the weather I got rich and I ain't look back Now I'm finessing and flexing Yeah, we made it, mama So it's no more stressing Everyday I'm taking chances For the Freebandz, hustlin' And I'm a Black Amigo boss In the streets still thuggin' Yeah, you know we got them racks We can do what we want If they touch down with them Bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone I got money on my mind Couldn't forget the hard times Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah I know it's perfect time I just talked to bro and Told him deposit the work, yeah Scooter said I'm trippin' 'cause I keep popping Percs I gained the game on these niggas Then I went straight berzerk No, you can't hang with us, nigga You didn't come from my turf Zone 6, nigga, I'm a Zone 6 nigga Pull up six sticks, nigga Three-five straight from 'Tilda He can't hide, we gon' get him I got racks to off a killer I can't take no offer, nigga Young OG, ain't no one realer I told Street this shit forever BMFBG Niggas doin' bids behind this shit They signed for free Hit a lick for big and then We bust it down in peace Ridin' in a Maybach coupe The stick on the seat I got rich and I ain't look back Now I'm finessing and flexing Yeah, we made it, mama So it's no more stressing Everyday I'm taking chances For the Freebandz, hustlin' And I'm a Black Amigo boss In the streets still thuggin' Yeah, you know we got them racks We can do what we want If they touch down with them Bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone I got money on my mind Couldn't forget the hard times Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah I know it's perfect time Woo let's go
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Written by: DEVONTE CROMARTIE, GUAP TARANTINO, KENNETH BAILEY
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