Countrfeit
Niggas see you winnin'
And they get hella' mad
That shit hella' sad
They tryna' stop yo' bag
One Seven Shit
Bitches actin' lame, niggas smokin' crack
Claimin' they the same, stab you in the back
Tryna' stack it up, they knock it down a bit
Keep yo' paper tucked, Niggas actin' counterfeit
Bitches actin' lame, niggas smokin' crack
Claimin' they the same, stab you in the back
Tryna' stack it up, they knock it down a bit
Keep yo' paper tucked, Niggas actin' counterfeit
Semi-automatic, mask all black
Push a nigga thru the wall, that's a thumbtack
Pistols to the sticks, Pull up in yo' town
Hollow every round, cappin' not allowed
Cappin' up a storm, Bullets comin' down
Strapped up, black and blue, we velcro em' down
Saftey on the kay, case I wanna' spray
Make em' run away, Its just another day
But I done fucked to main hoe and she was hella' bad
Now she hella' sad, that bitch knew how to gag
Niggas see you winnin' and they get hella' mad
That shit hella' sad, they tryna' stop yo' bag
Tryna' stop the hustle, they can't stop the grind
Tryna' stop the hustle, choppa' hit the spine
They be down to ride, now they switchin' sides
They be tellin' lies, lose a lot of pride
And they get hella' mad
That shit hella' sad
They tryna' stop yo' bag
One Seven Shit
Bitches actin' lame, niggas smokin' crack
Claimin' they the same, stab you in the back
Tryna' stack it up, they knock it down a bit
Keep yo' paper tucked, Niggas actin' counterfeit
Bitches actin' lame, niggas smokin' crack
Claimin' they the same, stab you in the back
Tryna' stack it up, they knock it down a bit
Keep yo' paper tucked, Niggas actin' counterfeit
Semi-automatic, mask all black
Push a nigga thru the wall, that's a thumbtack
Pistols to the sticks, Pull up in yo' town
Hollow every round, cappin' not allowed
Cappin' up a storm, Bullets comin' down
Strapped up, black and blue, we velcro em' down
Saftey on the kay, case I wanna' spray
Make em' run away, Its just another day
But I done fucked to main hoe and she was hella' bad
Now she hella' sad, that bitch knew how to gag
Niggas see you winnin' and they get hella' mad
That shit hella' sad, they tryna' stop yo' bag
Tryna' stop the hustle, they can't stop the grind
Tryna' stop the hustle, choppa' hit the spine
They be down to ride, now they switchin' sides
They be tellin' lies, lose a lot of pride
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Writer(s): Juwan Brown
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