Lyrics:
This s**t getting real
Let me sip some of this drank
Tell you how I feel
Baby pop some of this perc we can roll like wheels
All my N*$$*s working
This shit a Chevy this shit not a Bentley but fuck it we moving around
Smoking on runtz in the back of the back and these n****s not making a sound
How i did this
How i did this
How i did this
Show you Ni***s how to do it
How i did this
How i did this
How i did this
Show you N****s how to do it
on the gram my n***a tryna get some clot
But I got n****s in the feds & they ain’t getting out
I got n****s in the pen my bitches independent
She thinking I’m
cup
Stakin up the green gotta double up
I'ma make sure dese n****s can never f*** wit us
Make sure when we stepping we sittin court side
Make sure
STILL HURT
Written By Wendell Hayden
Still sliding up Manchester
Still with all the extra-extra's
Yeah, n**** read about it
It's still n****'s
though a lot of shit but I swear I'm gonna run up them digits
On my way to the top there's a lot of snakes man I cant fuck with these n****s
Ain't no fairy
max out, (until I max out, pharaoh)
N****s be to bold until that strap out, (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I like my money matching when I cash out,
Time
Got A Lil Bit Of Ice
But It Still Gone Shine
This Ain’t No Kap
This Ain’t No Rap
These N****s Hating On Me
Cause Im In My Prime
Ho A** N**** Better
Just Kick In Yo’ Lock
What’s Yo’ Name
Where You From
Who Yo’ Clique
What Set You Bang
All These P**** N**** Round Here
Ain’t Na’am One Of Y’all N****s
Mo ani nwu ade
W)n ani ns) ade
Baabia w)b3 du biaa na w)bu atopa gyeng gyeng gyeng
w)nf3re ade
W)nbu ade
Mo ani nwu ade
W)n ani ns) ade
Baabia
Told Shawty stop playin wit me (Stop playin, stop playin)
Cause I don't have the time
Im too focused on the grind,
Tell these N****s stop playin wit me
froze in the wind
I told these n****s it's on once again
Yonny coming through let me talk my shit
Young n***a coming through on some big boss shit
I
sh** is kinda crazy
8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up
Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f***
When my granddad died he was 88
He
I got nothing to loose not to you Ns
Boi I really shoot never had to pull triggers
Rings, rings, back to back, all i do is win win
Gassed up, fired
Wock
Wock
Wock
Wock
Wock
Wock
Wock
Wock
Yea my n****s on a mission
Pull up what's the word
How you know
We in the kitchen
Made this shit a movie
Yeah yeah yeah
And one time for them n****s that ain't last you just turned me to a soldier
Yeah yeah yeah
So one time for myself
One time for myself
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah I'm takin all my feelings to the grave
I admit it to this money imma slave
To my young n****s comin up yeah we the wave
Yeah yeah
ain't never had it so I gotta make you mine yeah
All my n****s lookin like you fine
Couple thousand for a Birkin
Knew your ass was hurtin'
All these
I started with a ounce of weed
I got my money up these n****s they cant f**k with me
I copped a M.A.B piece that s**t like 15gs
Im trynna see 100gs
I started with a ounce of weed
I got my money up these n****s they cant f**k with me
I copped a M.A.B piece that s**t like 15gs
Im trynna see 100gs
dog get the CREAM
This the shit they ain't never seen
If you ain't Drizzy and yo head in clouds
My n****s gon come and put your head in a beam
They keep
n****s know the object, what up?
Get money, big guns for the hold up, n***a we street
We pick up the weight, rrrreee!
Cars we switch everyday, skrrt-skrrt
Yeah, I been down bad that shit happened often
But I swear my w’s gonna outweigh all my losses
N****s dying young will have you moving cautious
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