I´m eighty-seven racks in, where my tab at? I should beat my bitch ass with her bad ass That money come in duffle bags, works come in trash bags
I could pull racks at any time, call it fast cash My youngin pull up shootin´ anybody, think he Mad Max Bro, the chopper smilin´, boy, let´s see who get the last laugh Rather fly out to an island, fuck some O´s, we want hashtags And me and bro gon´ spit the pros, went half on the last batch Gon´ take the risk, I feel like Eggroll, these bricks inside the fender Gon´ your bitch and I´ma head home, she eat me likе it´s dinner Young niggas lookin´ up to me, they callin´ mе they mentor Ask me how I had a stick in the party before I´m in there I´ll make a mil´ in a state and I ain´t been there
I heard them alphabet boys just waitin´, so I just send there ´Bout a Urus on my neck, another hundred in wristwear Everybody want success, but don´t wanna work to get there The Hellcat just fishtail, I think I´m Ric Flair Enough money to disappear right in thin air The feds caught our package, they just called me, it´s a miscarriage But that was a distraction, the real bag, I let my bitch carry it
Money conversations, this the plug, don´t hang the phone up Knock a nigga daddy down before the sun up We specialize in walkin´ niggas down, so don´t run up
Put fifty cent on every nigga that´s your young buck Three-five in every Backwood, I know my lungs fucked Ghetto baby, swing them choppers like some nunchucks Them niggas ain´t no killers, they some young pups Them niggas´ pockets worth four thousand, they got one cup
Yeah, ain´t no bein´ broke around me, boy, I´m pluggin´ ´em I´m just fuckin´ on these hoes I ain´t lovin´ ´em How the fuck the bag gone and you ain´t touchin´ ´em? I know a killer, he just beggin´ for another one I got some babies in the crib, I´m ´bout to tuck ´em in
She let my kids hit the floor and never fuck again Can´t no accountant count my cheese, I barely trust my mans Don´t just be runnin´ up on me, I damn near bust a fan My pain died, aim high, we on the same side Put the trees upside down, check the hangtime Last time an opp died, I was on a plane flyin´ Ironically we was in the sky at the same time These niggas tired of gettin´ killed, tell ´em take five Nigga, I been payin´ bills since I was yay high I took a lot of niggas in, they tried to take me out You´d fuck with me if you knew what I made it out They hit the block yesterday, we just changed the house
He had a plan before he died, but he laid the route Two hundred pounds at one time, we gon´ save the drought I know you left it up to me, we gon´ make it count This for Crumbles
Money conversations, this the plug, don´t hang the phone up Knock a nigga daddy down before the sun up We specialize in walkin´ niggas down, so don´t run up (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Put fifty cent on every nigga that´s your young buck Three-five in every Backwood, I know my lungs fucked Ghetto baby, swing them choppers like some nunchucks
Them niggas ain´t no killers, they some young pups Them niggas´ pockets worth four thousand, they got one cup
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