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I remember days in my county blues
Now we ballin' on em like I play for Duke
Ballin' on these niggas like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
We ain't got picks, we don't pick and choose
I remember days in my county blues
Now we ballin' on em like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
Touchdown bitch I ain't never gone fumble
This jacket cost a rack I ain't tryna rumble
Big dog shit, I'm the swank of the jungle
309 swank, I'm the piece to the puzzle
Trapping out a smoker house I gave her a bundle
This shit so crazy, sold coke to my uncle
This shit so crazy how I stack me a twenty
Trap, trap, trap, my addiction is money
Eat at Benihana's when I get a lil hungry
I had to tell my nigga that his bitch tried to fuck me
Niggas gettin old mixtapes sounding rusty
Niggas gettin old mixtapes sounding dusty
Came home from jail and I got a lil chubby
Came home from jail and your bitch tried to fuck me
All blue cheese, yeah my pockets still chunky
Brodie got the blicky but it stay in the tucky
Jugging on the nine, trap house in the ducky
Stack my money five three, just like Muggsy
This some good gas, yeah the pack smell musty
Backwood hitting like a nigga play rugby
Jack boys plotting cause my pockets real husky
I just dodged the task force, damn I'm lucky
Jack boys plotting cause my pockets real husky
I just dodged the task force, damn I'm lucky
I got my own money I don't need you to front me
I remember bitches acting like they ain't want me
This the intro for my lil bro RG
When it come to P's, turn one to a Bentley
Moncler jacket but the belt say Fendi
I just fucked your bitch and I took her to Wendy's
You was just hating nigga don't act friendly
Why my own friends always going against me
I really had racks when I rode on a ten speed
I really had racks when the Vikings beat Drew Brees
Ima keep trapping, shit my life like a movie
Try and rob me, they gone shoot Call of Duty
Gotta keep it close cause my momma can't lose me
Racks on a lawyer, I can't fight with a PD
Nigga say he gangster but he checked into PC
Seen you in a bucket, where the fuck is your Bentley
I remember days in my county blues
Now we ballin' on em like I play for Duke
Ballin' on these niggas like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
We ain't got picks, we don't pick and choose
I remember days in my county blues
Now we ballin' on em like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
Now we ballin' on em like I play for Duke
Ballin' on these niggas like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
We ain't got picks, we don't pick and choose
I remember days in my county blues
Now we ballin' on em like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
Touchdown bitch I ain't never gone fumble
This jacket cost a rack I ain't tryna rumble
Big dog shit, I'm the swank of the jungle
309 swank, I'm the piece to the puzzle
Trapping out a smoker house I gave her a bundle
This shit so crazy, sold coke to my uncle
This shit so crazy how I stack me a twenty
Trap, trap, trap, my addiction is money
Eat at Benihana's when I get a lil hungry
I had to tell my nigga that his bitch tried to fuck me
Niggas gettin old mixtapes sounding rusty
Niggas gettin old mixtapes sounding dusty
Came home from jail and I got a lil chubby
Came home from jail and your bitch tried to fuck me
All blue cheese, yeah my pockets still chunky
Brodie got the blicky but it stay in the tucky
Jugging on the nine, trap house in the ducky
Stack my money five three, just like Muggsy
This some good gas, yeah the pack smell musty
Backwood hitting like a nigga play rugby
Jack boys plotting cause my pockets real husky
I just dodged the task force, damn I'm lucky
Jack boys plotting cause my pockets real husky
I just dodged the task force, damn I'm lucky
I got my own money I don't need you to front me
I remember bitches acting like they ain't want me
This the intro for my lil bro RG
When it come to P's, turn one to a Bentley
Moncler jacket but the belt say Fendi
I just fucked your bitch and I took her to Wendy's
You was just hating nigga don't act friendly
Why my own friends always going against me
I really had racks when I rode on a ten speed
I really had racks when the Vikings beat Drew Brees
Ima keep trapping, shit my life like a movie
Try and rob me, they gone shoot Call of Duty
Gotta keep it close cause my momma can't lose me
Racks on a lawyer, I can't fight with a PD
Nigga say he gangster but he checked into PC
Seen you in a bucket, where the fuck is your Bentley
I remember days in my county blues
Now we ballin' on em like I play for Duke
Ballin' on these niggas like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
We ain't got picks, we don't pick and choose
I remember days in my county blues
Now we ballin' on em like Syracuse
Try and rob me, you gone make the news
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Writer(s): Daniel John Murphy
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