Taliban
Put my money over all
Put my pedal to the floor
I done poured a whole pint of drank
Won't remember tomorrow
(Ooooohhh)
Put the money in the bag
Ion play about my cash
You'll get killed for them racks
(You'll get killed for them racks
Bro got the straps in the back
Like the Taliban
Running to this check
After this trip I need a hunnit bands
I'll front you half of that shit
But I need half in advance
Money come and go
But that Loyalty shit'll never end
(Beep beep)
All on my phone
Been tryna lay low
3 missed calls on my phone
I think its Pedro
Quit fucking with bitches
Upgraded to gettin' pesos
Now I love deposits, deposits
I had to wake up
I just hit a 20 band play
That was last week
(Hhhhhuuuuhhhhh)
Runnin' thru this check like a athlete
Doing 110 come and catch me
If you really want some smoke
Shit get smokey
We done bust the whole pound down and rolled it
Lil shawty ride the dick like she stole it
Bust down the weed and the Roleys
I look at them bitches as trophies
Whole team really gettin' money
We aint talking shit
Heard he sneak dissin' on the low
He a target then
I keep it a hunnit times 3
Thats 3 hunnit bitch
Hopin that we catch his ass in traffic
Ima park the whip
I don't know what they want from me
Maybe the fame or the money
I got my Glock right up on me
And angels watching right above me
Bricks gettin' wrapped in the trap
Gotta wrap em up
Heard SWAT was hipped to the spot we had to pack it up
Ever since a youngin' I been acting dumb
Now I got the bag
I aint the one who gotta hold the gun
Put my pedal to the floor
I done poured a whole pint of drank
Won't remember tomorrow
(Ooooohhh)
Put the money in the bag
Ion play about my cash
You'll get killed for them racks
(You'll get killed for them racks
Bro got the straps in the back
Like the Taliban
Running to this check
After this trip I need a hunnit bands
I'll front you half of that shit
But I need half in advance
Money come and go
But that Loyalty shit'll never end
(Beep beep)
All on my phone
Been tryna lay low
3 missed calls on my phone
I think its Pedro
Quit fucking with bitches
Upgraded to gettin' pesos
Now I love deposits, deposits
I had to wake up
I just hit a 20 band play
That was last week
(Hhhhhuuuuhhhhh)
Runnin' thru this check like a athlete
Doing 110 come and catch me
If you really want some smoke
Shit get smokey
We done bust the whole pound down and rolled it
Lil shawty ride the dick like she stole it
Bust down the weed and the Roleys
I look at them bitches as trophies
Whole team really gettin' money
We aint talking shit
Heard he sneak dissin' on the low
He a target then
I keep it a hunnit times 3
Thats 3 hunnit bitch
Hopin that we catch his ass in traffic
Ima park the whip
I don't know what they want from me
Maybe the fame or the money
I got my Glock right up on me
And angels watching right above me
Bricks gettin' wrapped in the trap
Gotta wrap em up
Heard SWAT was hipped to the spot we had to pack it up
Ever since a youngin' I been acting dumb
Now I got the bag
I aint the one who gotta hold the gun
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Writer(s): Nate Humes
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