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Bro rolling eighths of connect it got me loaded
Ain't shit to talk about we see opp bro push up
Bro rolling eighths of connect it got me loaded
Ain't shit to talk about we see opp bro push up on it
Ain't boxing shit bitch we got chops and glocks that's fully loaded
Throw bullets at the crowd if I can't catch you in the open
I lost too many niggas can't let you get one up on me
Yeah I know niggas speaking but they know I keep it on me
Before lil baby bitch we had four pockets full of money
Free Kodak but on babies I ain't drinking 1800
Ain't gotta watch my back bitch I got snipers looking for me
I'm always looking down 'cause I don't see no one above me
My palms itching finna bend a route I'm feeling lucky
If a car pull up on me while I PG brody up it
Ain't ducking shit but 5-0 niggas know I got that fire on
Ain't fighting shit but cases nigga all my opps could die slow
Hell nah that ain't my bitch but I f*ck her like she mines though
Still blowing bands from a cheap home two years ago
Yeah this fast money but you know that I'ma spend it slow
We don't never tell each other shoot we all trained to blow
57 ruge with a sight but brody use it as a scope
We drop shots on any whip we don't know
Told the bitch give me throat If she don't beat her feet
But watch were you steppin' I spent a band on these cleaks
Bitch go pick your mans up bro left him dead in the street
Few chops and a handgun sound like a band when we squeeze
Nah I ain't a pimp but I do my thang wit them P's
20k in two days nigga you could ask Sleez
Free Trigg and Pac had them running like a track meet
I ain't pulling over I can't let them people catch me
Might f*ck around and grab the plug if he starts taxing
This little 26 hold 50 cent Curtis Jackson
The baby A just like a FN fit in my jacket
We creeping through the niggas jects when it's pitch black
We drop the whole stick them niggas still ain't get back
He think he buff send sum shells at his 6 pack
My nigga Veez got the drum he does no lacking
How you a factor in the streets but is not active
The V4 like a V6 if it got slap stick
This ain't a race but if it was my niggas overlap shit
Dada gon' break sum shit off nigga without asking
I got some youngins bout a bag they see it they gon' splash tint
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Bro rolling eighths of connect it got me loaded
Ain't shit to talk about we see opp bro push up
Bro rolling eighths of connect it got me loaded
Ain't shit to talk about we see opp bro push up on it
Ain't boxing shit bitch we got chops and glocks that's fully loaded
Throw bullets at the crowd if I can't catch you in the open
I lost too many niggas can't let you get one up on me
Yeah I know niggas speaking but they know I keep it on me
Before lil baby bitch we had four pockets full of money
Free Kodak but on babies I ain't drinking 1800
Ain't gotta watch my back bitch I got snipers looking for me
I'm always looking down 'cause I don't see no one above me
My palms itching finna bend a route I'm feeling lucky
If a car pull up on me while I PG brody up it
Ain't ducking shit but 5-0 niggas know I got that fire on
Ain't fighting shit but cases nigga all my opps could die slow
Hell nah that ain't my bitch but I f*ck her like she mines though
Still blowing bands from a cheap home two years ago
Yeah this fast money but you know that I'ma spend it slow
We don't never tell each other shoot we all trained to blow
57 ruge with a sight but brody use it as a scope
We drop shots on any whip we don't know
Told the bitch give me throat If she don't beat her feet
But watch were you steppin' I spent a band on these cleaks
Bitch go pick your mans up bro left him dead in the street
Few chops and a handgun sound like a band when we squeeze
Nah I ain't a pimp but I do my thang wit them P's
20k in two days nigga you could ask Sleez
Free Trigg and Pac had them running like a track meet
I ain't pulling over I can't let them people catch me
Might f*ck around and grab the plug if he starts taxing
This little 26 hold 50 cent Curtis Jackson
The baby A just like a FN fit in my jacket
We creeping through the niggas jects when it's pitch black
We drop the whole stick them niggas still ain't get back
He think he buff send sum shells at his 6 pack
My nigga Veez got the drum he does no lacking
How you a factor in the streets but is not active
The V4 like a V6 if it got slap stick
This ain't a race but if it was my niggas overlap shit
Dada gon' break sum shit off nigga without asking
I got some youngins bout a bag they see it they gon' splash tint
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Writer: NATA BELZA, SARA JOHNSTON, ANTONIO M HARDY, MARLON LU'REE WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Length: 2:46
Written by: NATA BELZA, SARA JOHNSTON, ANTONIO M HARDY, MARLON LU'REE WILLIAMS
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