This N That

I went from 17 poppers and now we shootin 30's
I stay gone out my mind
I'm leaning, Perc 30
Yeah yeah... Yeah yeah
Whole lot of this
Whole lot of this, whole lot of that
Now I'm getting racks, I could throw up in the stash yeah
Did it for the team, had to do it right
Now I'm living right

Aye, whole lot of this
Whole lot of that
Now I'm getting racks
I could throw up in the stash
Whole lot of this
Whole lot of that
Now I'm getting racks
I could throw up in the stash
We went from 17 poppers
And now we shootin 30's
I stay gone out my mind
I'm leaning, Perc 30
You know I stay with my heat
So nigga I ain't worried
You know I stay with my heat
So nigga I ain't worried
I gotta flip me a Rollie or a Patek Phillipe
You know I came from the bottom
And now I'm on my feet
We catch a opp and we spot em
And knock em off his feet
We catch a opp and we spot em
And knock em off his feet yeah

I told my brothers I got em
They all gone grind for me
And I'ma grind until they see me on that TV screen
My niggas ballin
Like they sponsored on that Jimmy team
And I got cousins that'll rob you for just anything
And I feel sorry for you suckers
Joining any team
These niggas mad
Because they bitches on my Jimmy Dean
I'm out in traffic
Selling zips and drinking Hennything
He in my inbox "Is it smoke?"
He don't want anything

Whole lot of this
Whole lot of that
Now I'm getting racks
I could throw up in the stash
Whole lot of this
Whole lot of that
Now I'm getting racks
I could throw up in the stash
Aye, whole lot of this
Whole lot of that
Now I'm getting racks
I could throw up in the stash
Whole lot of this
Whole lot of that
Now I'm getting racks
I could throw up in the stash



Credits
Writer(s): Cario Jackson
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