New Number
Whole lotta money gettin' made this week
I got ten comin' in, another five in the streets
Got a couple lil' baddies, I'm supportin' they habits
They be using me for dick, I'm usin' them for they address
I'ma addict on the under, I stay up from the addies
I got drugs, money, new guns up under my mattress
Mama nervous 'cause I'm flashin', niggas know that I'm havin'
My homies had to learn me up and then accepted the package
So many ones in this strip club, this shit look like a pamphlet
Smokin' gas with my thugs, this shit smell like a camper
You are selling bad dope, I hit the water, revenge
We got raw, cut it twice, and use it to our advantage
Gang was already here, we just came in advance
Play with us, kidnap a nigga, call his family for ransom
I'm patient, you think it's safe and that's the day you get splattered
We feenin' like what is hell to us, it don't even matter
Ride late, drinkin' yellow, 'bout to fuck up my bladder
Smokin' cookie outta rello', getting high on the seller
Tryna bone her 'cause she thick, long hair, she yellow
She say I'm thunder when I fuck her, make her call me Carmela
Yeah I got all 'em guns and they shootin' none
Niggas flyin' on your hood and you ain't doin' nothin'
Where I'm from if he outside, he gon' shoot somethin'
Get a ten star lawyer, you gon' do numbers
Pay my plug in all brand new blue hunnids
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
It's a whole lotta money gettin' made this week
I got ten comin' in, another five in the streets
Got a couple lil' baddies, I'm supportin' they habits
They be using me for dick, I'm usin' them for they address
I'ma addict on the under, I stay up from the addies
I got drugs, money, new guns up under my mattress
Mama nervous 'cause I'm flashin', niggas know that I'm havin'
My homies tried to land me up, they ain't accepted the package
You a bitch, I can see it in your eyes lil' bro
In the jungle I don't think you could survive, lil' bro
Ask your partner, you was there when he died lil' bro
You've seen they face and you still ain't even ride lil' bro
Felt my niggas heart break when he died lil' bro
At his casket at his funeral, I cried lil' bro
And tears dried and we made everybody slide, lil' bro
If you ain't down to lose your life then you can't ride with us
Got on drugs real bad, tryna survive the rush
Pray to God I don't crash, I thought my time was up
They put that pistol to my face, they wasn't hard enough
He was shakey and he folded like I called his bluff
And he squirmed, give a fuck if his time was rough
Drew my plan up from my waist and then I sized him up
Mean I'll put him in a casket, man we'll find the touch
You will never meet a plug 'cause you ain't buyin' enough
Yeah I got all 'em guns and they shootin' none
Niggas flyin' on your hood and you ain't doin' nothin'
Where I'm from if he outside, he gon' shoot somethin'
Get a ten star lawyer, you gon' do numbers
I pay my plug in all brand new blue hunnids
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
Pull over
Fuckin' give you my new number, nigga
I'm over L somewhere, yeah I got that nigga comin' through
Yeah, yeah
Every Sunday we get gas
I got ten comin' in, another five in the streets
Got a couple lil' baddies, I'm supportin' they habits
They be using me for dick, I'm usin' them for they address
I'ma addict on the under, I stay up from the addies
I got drugs, money, new guns up under my mattress
Mama nervous 'cause I'm flashin', niggas know that I'm havin'
My homies had to learn me up and then accepted the package
So many ones in this strip club, this shit look like a pamphlet
Smokin' gas with my thugs, this shit smell like a camper
You are selling bad dope, I hit the water, revenge
We got raw, cut it twice, and use it to our advantage
Gang was already here, we just came in advance
Play with us, kidnap a nigga, call his family for ransom
I'm patient, you think it's safe and that's the day you get splattered
We feenin' like what is hell to us, it don't even matter
Ride late, drinkin' yellow, 'bout to fuck up my bladder
Smokin' cookie outta rello', getting high on the seller
Tryna bone her 'cause she thick, long hair, she yellow
She say I'm thunder when I fuck her, make her call me Carmela
Yeah I got all 'em guns and they shootin' none
Niggas flyin' on your hood and you ain't doin' nothin'
Where I'm from if he outside, he gon' shoot somethin'
Get a ten star lawyer, you gon' do numbers
Pay my plug in all brand new blue hunnids
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
It's a whole lotta money gettin' made this week
I got ten comin' in, another five in the streets
Got a couple lil' baddies, I'm supportin' they habits
They be using me for dick, I'm usin' them for they address
I'ma addict on the under, I stay up from the addies
I got drugs, money, new guns up under my mattress
Mama nervous 'cause I'm flashin', niggas know that I'm havin'
My homies tried to land me up, they ain't accepted the package
You a bitch, I can see it in your eyes lil' bro
In the jungle I don't think you could survive, lil' bro
Ask your partner, you was there when he died lil' bro
You've seen they face and you still ain't even ride lil' bro
Felt my niggas heart break when he died lil' bro
At his casket at his funeral, I cried lil' bro
And tears dried and we made everybody slide, lil' bro
If you ain't down to lose your life then you can't ride with us
Got on drugs real bad, tryna survive the rush
Pray to God I don't crash, I thought my time was up
They put that pistol to my face, they wasn't hard enough
He was shakey and he folded like I called his bluff
And he squirmed, give a fuck if his time was rough
Drew my plan up from my waist and then I sized him up
Mean I'll put him in a casket, man we'll find the touch
You will never meet a plug 'cause you ain't buyin' enough
Yeah I got all 'em guns and they shootin' none
Niggas flyin' on your hood and you ain't doin' nothin'
Where I'm from if he outside, he gon' shoot somethin'
Get a ten star lawyer, you gon' do numbers
I pay my plug in all brand new blue hunnids
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number
Pull over
Fuckin' give you my new number, nigga
I'm over L somewhere, yeah I got that nigga comin' through
Yeah, yeah
Every Sunday we get gas
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Writer(s): George A. Stone Iii
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