Loads
Cutthroat Goof
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Only way that we can link, if its bout money, nigga Yeen tryna run your bag up, then I ain't fuckin' with ya Yeen even thinking bout no bread, He tryna f*ck these bitches, Askin' questions like the Feds, get out my fuckin' business, You tryna knock these bows, okay, I'm fuckin with it, Say you tryna count these loads ? Okay, let go and get it, You ran out and need some more, I just might drop the ticket, I get these bitches by the load, I might supply the city, I just grabbed the box, that bitch just landed Hit my man, let him know I got them bows in We ain't talk for ten minutes, and I sold ten Pull up to my trap, that bitch swingin off the door hinge, Ain't no need to bring your mans if he ain't spendin cheese, Help my daughter with her ABCs, then I'ma grab these p's My white boy on the way, that cracker green I charge him seventeen, I serve his ass four times a week, I might go cop the Louis V's And yeah, I'm still at the store, I'm posted with the bro The police think I'm out there sellin' crack but I ain't touchin' dope, I told big cuz I sold my last bag, but I ain't bust it though, My country boy comin' from out of town, that nigga payin' more I exotic bag goin' for twenty-one he payin' twenty-four He call me talkin' bout he want some runtz But this gorilla smoke Niggas call my phone and askin' me for fronts, On Instagram like he the one, He got .5 in his blunt, I swear these niggas broke F*ck, shit, I swear these niggas sad Remember I was on my dick, I had to get a bag Back in the day, I hit them licks, I had to get a mask, Now i work that scale a nigga, call my phone It's time to get some cash Ain't no runnin' off, I ran into a plug it's time to get them racks I want money, nigga, ain't tryna double up I'm tryna triple that I was sixteen, in the trap, servin' crack on them triple stacks My youngin sixteen, in the trap, servin crack, he got nickel sacks Only way that we can link, if its bout money, nigga Yeen tryna run your bag up, then I ain't fuckin' with ya Yeen even thinking bout no bread, He tryna f*ck these bitches, Askin' questions like the Feds, get out my fuckin' business, You tryna knock these bows, okay, I'm fuckin with it, Say you tryna count these loads ? Okay, let go and get it,
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