Lyrics:
who told we gon' spin (we gon' spin)
Two fifty for the drought my bracelets water I'm used to swim (I'm used to swimming)
I'm rinding down I know what
been so far away
She's gonna meet me at the airport, way down in Tampa Bay
She drives a GMC Sierra, it's white as whipping cream
With a line of halogen
ridin' with sticks, I ain't hoppin' in whips
Them bitches not hemi or better
You know it was us when you hear some shots in the city
Preferably 50
They
Mixing brown with the white my life sour and kush
My flight my nikes fright night wide eyes close as
The smoke rises careless when you realized all
shorty bad she lookin like a lil Spanish chick
Started hanging with real ballers
And I started taking off
If they hangin by a thread then you gotta cut em
to you raw..buddy, no cut
•he got a job at the cleaners cause he fold up, oh you dat nigga who be talking to troll huh
•I was careless, now I’m so
And I be lookin at these rap niggas like shit I might as well write a song
They got me paranoid I don't know who to trust
That nigga hate on ya
If you in
tough
Watch out the closest one they gon' envy
He don't care if you think you a OG
He just tryna get a penny
Get rich or die trying before he 50
Watch out
racks up
Cant talk bout wasshisname
Yea
We jus rolled em in the last wood
Big opps what im smokin on
Pink runtz you cant match us
You get smacced up
Fo
fucker
On my scene
You know who i mean
Like to say everything
Think they smarter than jesus
Pimpin way god harder doe
So I just keep tappin
I just keep
I feel like 50 in 02
My story stay changin by the way it's supposed to
My new bitch bad and my old bitch old news
Don't believe none of that shit
And a perfectly appropriate term of endearment
But I've memorized every facial expression
Every verbal expression that you've ever shared with me
Cuz I like looking
when you touch outta bounds it's best to toat the 50
Niggas getting wet up
I'm only getting wet up by the bitches in this telly
And I'm bringing
Bought it in full the whip you drive a lease
Government money going straight to me
I get the bag then I multiply by the 10s and 20s and 50s and 100s again
faded away
Can't Vacay
Wont let me on a plane cause I ain't no sheep in a cage
Can't get mad at that cause end of the day music my only escape
Who you
a couple
Make a quick buck, something to feel
Nowadays everybody that I know plateaud
Found a place by the road
Didn't travel any deeper
Noticing the signs
a killing
So much been up on my shoulders since i was a lil one
Who you know a lil jit with a meat roll
Im a stack it up just so i can help out my people
little boy he's such a trashcan
Everybody claim they know the name
Everybody claiming know the game
While I'm in it for the cash cow
By myself i went
true forms
Beaters in the back costed hundred fifty bucks now
That's a quick rundown bloo turn the beat down and turn me up
Say exactly what you need now
yu a bitxh,and we know that yu a snitch,so stop talking like u wit it,
Draco for a ARPeezy,nighas shoot'n up houses,gon n Sob I'm by the tree,soon
dicky I keep me a blicky I call up my bros smashin hoes in the city
Ain't gettin hunnids by talkin bout 50's, you can't forget P when you talkin bout
Hey America, there's a war going on
In case you didn't know
Hey America, if you're wondering,
You were the ones who told us to go
Hey America, while
I'm on the case
I'm working on it
Setbacks abound
I can cope but only just
I find wilderness
Right in the middle of civilization
Dealing with 50
a harvest gypsy
The gondolas and railway lines
Filled with men when it is time
Drawn by the orange and the lime
All the harvest gypsies
They hate it when
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