Bb4l

Woke up this morning thinking bout what bag I'm in today
It's a twenty hour drive I'm coming back with more than 20K
Walked in the club made her eat the cake like Anna Mae
Walked down your mans ima have them niggas run away
I ain't come to play
We just ran up a hunnit bands feels like yesterday
Sixty round in the A-Rod ima let it spray
Tell that bitch shake a tail feather ima make it rain

Boy I jumped up out the bed on some money shit
I might drop a 6 of Red on some clumsy shit
Know that they don't want no smoke they on some bummy shit
Know that they wanna joke they on some funny shit
Tae just got his wrist bust I'm on the same time
And that drip he got exclusive shit you can't find
If we say we made 200 then we ain't lying
He can't even put up a 100 then he ain't trying

Nigga stop hitting my line asking me "how much the drank cost?"
Nigga 2K for this drank sauce
Folks tryna kill a nigga like he Adolf
You put the locks on your bitch she went AWOL
Once the gang on your ass we can't save dog
SRT skate off
I was born to ball bitch we in the playoffs
Niggas tryna box me in I had to make a way out
The streets ain't for you little nigga take the safe route

P chill you gon make me bring the safe out
I call my migos down in Stockton "bring the Wraith out"
Once I call my migos get it popping Pullin Drakes out (Adios)
You might catch em in yo bushes it's a stakeout
My dog serving food in the hood but it ain't take-out
The police hit the lights around this bitch then Ima shake out
Police get me miked around this bitch then I might breakout
Plus I hit a left, he hit a right he caught the fake out
I'm gone wit it

Yeaaa man you already know what the Fuck going
Cant Be Fucked With
Yeaaa Uh Huh
Don't Forget The Money Shit
We can do this shit all day man
Catch up



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Writer(s): Marcus Pierce
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