Lyrics:
Trapman trapman
Stash the work by the trashcan
Hansberry like bagdad
Warzone bitch back back
One time for the one time
Two times if you on mine
Three
My cup don't ever spill
Hell is you talking bout boy
By all means Ima get it
(By all means)
Count through a check in a minute
(Count a whole
If it's the rough stuff ya want
You can point yer finger at me
'cause I can dish it out good
But I don't give it away for free
There's a price for my
head
The sea was calling me
I was taking off my clothes
Its icy fingers left me exposed
In my room, my feelings boom
Empowered by the light of the moon
dollar sign by any means
Money over everything
We putting money over everything
Dollar signs like Ty nigga
Trust those they don't lie nigga
Middle finger
the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Mi a lickle bwoyyy, chilling in the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Pain
Pain in my heart
Let me tell you how my story starts
the creatures
That were send by Them
I'm being tortured by the visions
Of endless labyrinth
Fire is burning, ignited by EVIL
Fingers are stretching to suffocate
Ay put the pussy in my face like a VR
And she bouncing on my balls like a seesaw
Ay your bitch ain't got no brain like a retard
I can do it by myself
On me! It's money to be made on 3!
Middle finger in the air while i drink Dom P
Now we both drunk singing off key
And she never ever keep her little
We can buy the time
But by the time you read these rhymes
You might say goodnight
Let the birds begin to sing in the AM
I could be your friend
But
a hustler
All Money In, No Money Out, bitch and we gone forever hustle
And I built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
Fuck a first class, I ain't
We can just shake hands
And you can tell me your name
And we can sway to the music
I can tell by how you're grooving if you like the same things
a couple seconds
But
Index to the ring dawg
Read between the lines
Know you mad cuz you know I don't try
Ain't too many people really by my side
But I'm
You couldn't even feed em
Couldn't hit above the meter
I wear a wife beater
Sip lean by the liter
Half a band at the mall
Got jays for the fall Get
Either make way or stay out the way
Never going broke another day
Huh
Go Go Go
Fake love get from round real niggas stand by me yeah (By me)
Gang
when you pass me by
My Maria... why Maria
Maria, gave all of my love
Now you just laugh when you pass me by
My Maria... why Maria
Ride around town in yo
on my soul and my future
I leave my middle finger up, and leave that s**t for the sewer
You gotta shut the s**t down when you walk through, Definition
I was home alone
Sitting with my finger on the trigger stone cold
Stuck just tryna figure why the kid was provoked
Staring at the scars on my wrists
off the x*** tonight
I keep telling myself it'll be alright
Keep lying to myself just to get me by
Falling but it ain't in your arms tonight
F***
Yeah
Bizzle
Kb
Who you know do it like this
Turn it on that's a light switch
Gotta know. If you might miss
By the dough. Take the night shift
screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack
The plug
Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me
livin' by that 45
No lie finna die by the 45
Got the 45 nigga lets get it (yeah let's get it)
Grata-tata-tata at ya fitted (bo-bo-boom)
I already know my
we don't play around
And if I'm not even with the gang, I'm by myself sliding around
We be on the road, like we doing regular shows
But we really
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