Lyrics:
of my niggas got rich sellin' grass
One of my niggas got rich off swag
One of my niggas got rich off hoes
One of my niggas got rich off coke
One of my
(Zaytoven)
For them blue strips, doing the most, for them blue strips, doing the most
Sellin' prescription pills, doing the most, for them blue strips, doing
these streets
Go to church, Sunday, Monday, sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though, I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' ki's
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life
no slack
Rich boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop
Got the damn top
Cold world, dope boy shit
D boys dancin on the corner dipset
I'm sellin dope in my Adidas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm sellin dope in my Adidas
Ain't nothin
Uh, payback, the big payback (back)
Dark on both sides, the dress code black
Count my money up, I need my racks
Sellin' a dream, but I'ma need
them bricks of hard, I be sellin' like Yo Gotti (Work)
And your bitch a doll (Trapaholics, drop this shit), yeah, she suck the dick so sloppy (Splash)
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
(Here's Johnny)
He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke
Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I
my brother in the streets always blazing that indo?
Why they sellin crack and blowin up your basement window?
Momma why you send me to school dirty
the antidote (antidote)
This rappin' shit like sellin' dope (like sellin' dope)
Tryna take care of all my folks
Got tired of duckin' from the folks (from
on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's,
Santa Claus of the hood
I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa
Run up on me get murked
I'm just trappin' through the snow
Sellin
that they get a shot of me
It's my swag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin' records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swag
exist
If I wasn't rappin', I'll be sellin' narcotics just to pay the rent
That new Lambo on my bucket list so I just bought that bitch
It ain't a chick
You're power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh?
I don't need your civil war
Ooh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Look
to uphold the economy
Yeah, we always buy everything that they're sellin'
Everything that they're sellin'
Payin' for the bombs that fall on our
him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten
smile and buy my time
And I don't want you fillin' funny
Just think of Bonnie Lee like a busy bee
Gettin' by by sellin' honey
She's got this picture
go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin` a fool yellin`
But ya`ll know there ain`t no refunds in the shit that I`m sellin
'cause during the drought
days of the week
Respected from the west to the east
Live a real nigga 'til I D-IE
Get street money like I'm Big Meech
Sellin' pies like Papa John's
I get a lil' impatient (yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin' all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (yeah, yeah)
I am not
Yeah, gotta win back my junkies
I'm makin' music like I'm sellin' crack
Yeah, I'm in the club with that fire
Ain't dancin' around like I'm Ja
from my cousin just from bein' in the kitchen, I whipped it
Now I'm sellin' bricks to Andrew Wiggins
I beat a nigga up that used to play for
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