Hml

On da block serving junkies da dimes the traphouse
Be beating like da 80's Lil shawty stay hitting my line
But Ian got no time for da caking
Im tryna flip me a dime young nigga stay chasing dat paper
Hit my line i got weigh up nigga line way up

Young Niggas serving dem ounces
On da block stacking it up and I'm counting
Lil bitch stay hitting my line and Ian got no time
Cause bitches ain't having no manners
Whip up da baby no pampers
We got dem choppers on file
Molly, lean green loud
Hit my line we got dem pounds
Lil bitch she know I want date her
I'm to in love wit da money on chasing
Fuck dat lil bitch and I gave a facial
No cap you know we ain't missing
No plays 100 thousand dollar worth of jewelry
Gotta young nigga dripping might fuck up da sack outa state
Riding through da city in da hellcat and it got da hemi
And I bet a nigga they Dont wanna race 30 round drum on
Da ak have a nigga face ate I scrap da block like a plate
Trappin off of backpage running through the rack race
Young nigga straped on da block wit da K
On da block late late tryna catch the next play
Got it on me bet thet don't wanna play
If a nigga play crazy
Shoot em in da neck, face
I'm turning niggas into cold case
I'm tryna flip me a dime yea plug keep on hitting my lil bitch
Keep waisting my time Yea ain't trying to give me a dime

Way up
You a lil nigga get ya weight up
I don't wanna hear them stories that you made up
I'll pull out the stick don't get sprayed up
One phone call hit my line it's a go
One phone call hit my line it's ya hoe
I got racks I got packs I got dope
Nigga get back, you'll get whacked
You'll get smoked
Got yo lil bitch on my line
That hoe keep wasting all my time
Talking bout she wanna be mine
I'm too focused on the grind
Gotta run these bands up
Glock 17 gone hold my pants up
I keep rolling all these grams up
Im so high, young nigga can't stand up



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Writer(s): Farrakmad Price
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