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When your pockets gettin' low
Yeah, I ran it up, but, bitch, I need some more
Not tryna be rude, just lettin' it be known
Just hit lil' bro Harry, he say

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Look out, Vino
Wow, oh, wow, oh

Go back to the crib, take off your clothes, can't wait to rip em' off
Fuck you by

chain
Too many chefs in the recipe
Don't give the sauce away
Lost some nigha's that ain't meant fa me
Don't need em' anyway
Close my eyes
I been fighting

& to my people once I make it then we all gettin rich
But never switch that's the type of shit that will get you hit
When it's ah watch or its the glock

a dime a quarter
Lately I can tell that my life been gettin shorter
This was delt to me

Pure happiness I envisioned
Family happy gotta niece and she's all

to stop making music I'd prolly be
Dead or somthin idk some shit like that,
yeah yeah
I promise you don't want no action
Lil boy only actin that tough when

Ayo, Fuego, G
I beg you G, release music, fam
'Cause you know what's gettin' me so mad, fam?
Johnny, what's wrong with you?
Fucking pussio
Release

his head get cropped
Got my wrist in the pot
Run it up bitch I got me a knot
If it's smoke tell em send me the drop
Spin the block on a opp
Ain't no

the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up uhh
Foul play foul play
Drive by shots hit em'

unstoppable
Gotta chill cuz I' hot from this lava flow
I got a chill
Right down my spine
It's hurtin' my head
It messed with my mind
I cannot die young
And I

ain't gon' lie, it was tough
Lookin' back at all the times that we spent, I was loved
I was stuck, sittin' in that chair, hands stuck, head down
Tears

nigga my shoes been tied up for the race
Surrounded by these traps how the fuck I ain't gon' sell something
Ayy really I been gettin' it got it got it off

with socials in a minute though to be for real
That's the type of shit that's gettin' people killed
Niggas postin' reels, but don't be for real
Catch him

(a G)
Now i m a grown man, so being a g is different ,,
Than for a teenager selling crack whose parents missing, some say a means to an end go head

hard for me
I've been goin' through hell, takin' L after L
I know you can tell by the scars on me
Praying my daughters will never depart From me
Pray for

the trails in the dark of night
Runnin wide open all the way
Vic smacked a Tree Square Head on
Were lucky were alive today
 Somebody's gettin CRcZY with

didn't take the ‘Lac, he's cruising undercover son
Sneakin' up behind the unmarked crown Vic [I see you]
I'm about to pull some real dark clown shit

we spin double back, we can never miss him
Flld, flld, flld, give his ass some extra mags
Before we fuckin' spin, we gotta go switch the tags
Let off

system, Tryna keep my forces clean
I'm droppin' gems every time I'm showing my teeth
Cool, calm and collective, My motive's gettin' money
All season like

some medicine 
I felt my head again
It's filled to the brim with regret and sin
Hopefully tomorrow I'll get this straight
I dunno we'll see
Constantly

man and I have the crown now
Call me Soup or call me cus Demotto
I only fuck with bitches that give fuckin' head that
Swallow, yes, that's my motto

whiskey neat ...
Settin' off chain reactions..
->got that Jeet Kun Do______
I'm Jumpin' on Ya head like I'm Mario
Now you gettin' some [of that]
Wing Tsun

throatin' dick, she said I'm gettin' boring, huh
Nigga just got me started

Trap Might as well just call me Swervin', huh
Get it on me like Steve Irwin (uh

How can you tell when a habit's formin?
Well I kept gettin' keelhauled by Captain Morgan
Then I fell down a hole into Looney Tune land like Michael