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a jersey
All 2020 the boy been
Turnt up like a furnace
Gave em 3 for the 33
I been working
You purping
Dropping videos every month
Yea That’s for the lurkers

gone be hard to feel
Youn get that bag first by yourself it gone be hard to give
Maw maw died hit me in my chest it hit me hard as ribs
When yo stomach

me then I couldn't sleep
I used to pray by twenty five God would make me rich
Thirty bands at nineteen you couldn't tell me shit
But in reality I only

authorities
Just to feel a way yeah
Tend to, tend to
Banter, banter
Bitches, bitches
Hola, hola
Hunnid, hunnid
Records, records
Tell 'em wish you never capable

talking bout?
And you know I’m hailing from the south, Houston boys is out
May give you a chance if you coughing up a couple pounds
Show me bags of bands

Freeyo, what up boy
We might need to pull this bitch out in the middle of the ghetto
Or sum, you kno
Let them mothafuckas really feel the Paine
And I

it's like I'm "boming in"
These niggas mad 'cus I get the bands, but I been the drummer man
Ha.. and I'm reigning like I'm the thunder man
It's funny

The keep saying I got time but I don't think so
Cuz every minute that go by another case close
Every time I close my eyes I see a bankroll
That's why

gotta dick
Get fucked
Like
I call my bitch and she'll do it
And my oota outside he ootin
My gun came straight from putin
Vee got tints boy you can't tell

handouts
I ain't trappin' out the bando
Bet I made a couple bands tho
Why you spend it on a bag 
Gucci and Louis ain't paying your rent
No
How you gon work

slapper
Going by the book but skipped a few chapters
I'm finna go to sleep
I'm a napper
Heard one song
Now I'm ya favorite rapper
Ion want no roses nigga

3 little niggas walked in to the store
1 walked out got approached by a hoe
Took his wallet pull out the knife and cut on his throat
This ain't

don't tolerate
I just stack these bands up in my rover
I been on my own, gettin' bag by my dolo
And when we pull up, yeah, you know that we gon' roll

put me on
My own city hatin' what I did? Nigga, I shitted on em
Keep dat shit a band, don't give a damn about your bucks, nigga
And any nigga with me,

above the budget
Cause at the moment your boy got the world at his feet
So whiles he breathes
I got y'all geeked
I got y'all turnt
So tell your mans chill

on these niggas, lately, bitches tell em bow down
Makeup lookin' crazy, yeah, bitch, feel like a clown now
I'ma hit a lick, hit my brodie with the plan
Run

the guap I ain't chasing the fame
If they act fake cut em' out of the frame
Surrounded by winners not keeping no lames
You know that my killas on go
10 toes

Come on

Verse 2
Doors open
Ladies first
I need you on the dance floor 
Put away your purse 
If you ain't worried bout a nigga
Tell em save his thirst

it from the back ok
She still asking me whats my sign
But baby are you down to ride
I'm sick and tired of the lies
Playboy model I can tell by

they get mad like that Nigga be trollin
Buts niggas faking, they ain't really with it, I'm the One that hoe em
And let's keep it a band, remain silent,

It's impressive
They let me perfect it, then came and collected
Now they tryna tell me stay calm and collective
Raised by the gangstas, you better

them boys out the jugg
I want something, I take it my name Suge
Going straight in im off the gen, just like my moms ion' fuck with my kin-
Folks be broke

Ca- ca-
Calling all my boys
Deposit all my coins
Drive up to Illinois
Speakers loud drown out the noise
On the speakers turn it up
Drove by Shane's,

blocks we bust em
We aint stopping for naan
Gotta stick to the plan
Tell pop to bring the gauge right next to the fan
And Im a find a place for us to chill