Aggravation (feat. RDE Diff)

PØWDËR

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(Radi on the track)
Yeah, yeah, aye

Tell me what you say about being broke
Lost a couple hundreds few years ago
Made in on my own, call it my plateau (my plateau)
New, new hundreds, bringing me the door

Break her spine, I just did a line
I ain't wasting time
I'm tryna find some peace of mind
Where I can lease my time in this beast of mine
I'm playing games with decks of cards (deck of cards)
I'm playing games and I'm getting smart (getting smart)
I know how to move, I'm on the chart
I can find out where you are (yeah)

Cop a new whip, I'm going real fast (skrrt)
Flames on road, call it hot dash
Doc and Marty livin' in past
Burners on whip, just might crash

On the freeway going fast (fast)
Don't know if I'm gonna crash (crash)
Don't know where I fuckin' stand
Don't know if I'm gonna land (if I'm gonna land)

Bells ring ring, tell 'em I got strow
Gas or cocaine, f*ck it get both
Plug hit my line, tell him send more
Cocaine strippers, lines on hoes

What you told my business for?
Why the f*ck I'm getting old? (Huh?)
Only thing super is my bowl (bowl)
Only thing stupid is you, troll (dumbass)

Back on murder, gotta go hurt her
Breaking her back, I'm a chiropractor
Livin' in slums, my bro Diff, he makin' it bump, we stay cooked up
Boo, boo, boo
Jason mask, give me your cash
Put in the bag, Ziploc seal, we keeping them stacks (aye, yuh)

Diff, who's at fault?
Earthquake on the fault
Circle him with chalk
Smoke green, now I'm hulk
It was only fifteen, I don't give a f*ck, you don't get the concept
You talk bout all this jewelry but I'm blessed to have a faucet, I took the wrong trip

Bodies on the scene, yeah, we don't give a f*ck (f*ck)
Better call your doctor, tell him "You just outta luck"
Money bags right next to me, I'm still counting up
You still got one more chance to me, better prove your luck (luck)

Better prove your luck (prove it)
Better not f*ck up
I know that I got the money, get me to what's up

Better prove your luck
Better not f*ck up
You know I got the money man get me too what's up
F*ck
I just spilled my cup
(You just spilled your cup?)
I don't even drink lean, but I still use double cups
Hit 'em with an upper cut

Now you just on ground
Fuckin' with me now, king of the town
I know that I'm coming in for this fuckin' shit
I know that I'm coming in for this fuckin' shit

Old homie gon' up it quick
This bitch want double dick

Diff and PØWDËR man, yeah we wrapping up this shit

What? Yeah, Diff, Diff
PØWDËR, 1830, 573 boy

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Written by: Gavin Warner, Nicholas Tavernier

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