Fifty

I do it for my niggas from the bottom
Where they ain't got shit but they all got problems
I'm talking bout them little niggas ye tall
They a knock ya face off
Straight raw dog meek milly with the braids raw
Point blank period gotta watch who you moving with
Niggas get curious caught up all in some stupid shit
Beef get serious niggas get on some foolishness
Chopper shots fast and furious shits ludicrous

Burner under my pillow in the car
And the closet G small armory ain't no harming me
Got the sauce get the cheese
Get the chicken that's parm to me
Growing my business like farming weed
This ain't tv this ain't fear the walking dead
This that fear the talking feds
This that give me all my bread
This that black nickel fully loaded aiming at your head
This that, this that
Bitch you heard what I said yeah
Popping shit you the softest one in the regime
You no I'm all about them dollars like vending machines
Seems papers is the only thing interesting
Give me green fuck everything between H O



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Writer(s): Brandon Hodgers
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