Weight Weight Up (feat. Big Homie Tru)

Peanut on the beat, and you know it's straight savage
Savage, savage, savage
Let's get that weight, way up. I'm talkin' way, way up
50K ain't enough, no 50K ain't enough

Shit can go left quick, shit can go left quick
Fall in love with a ho, no I can't bank on no bitch
Let's get that weight, way up. I'm talkin' way, way up
50K ain't enough, no 50K ain't enough

Shit can go left quick, shit can go left quick
Fall in love with a ho, no I can't bank on no bitch
Fall in love with a ho, who me can't bank on no bitch
I'm too in love with my daughter, cause she wasn't havin' her mother

And I wasn't havin' my pops, so I turn to the block
Took them broke and shattered dreams, and went an made me a lot
Drop me off at the lot, I'm bout to drop me a drop
All them broke an hungry nights, I swear they taught me a lot

He say he love you a lot, he got you 30 in the box
Free fella into he free,big bro we miss you a lot
Like, all that damn time for the simplest crime
Since I was 12, they call me Truth, I wasn't good with the lies

You in the field with the monkeys, I'm in the field with the lions
Fell off a few times, had to get it in line
Now I'm all the way back, can't forget shit jack
Tell my bitch to sit back, it's a bag in her bag

And if we make it there safe, I'm acting bad with the cash
Go ask Pauly up in Cromes, 12K for the chain
Let's get that weight, weight up. I'm talking way, way up
50K ain't enough, no 50K ain't enough

Shit can go left quick, shit can go left quick
Fall in love with a hoe, no I can't bank on no bitch
Let's get that weight, weight up. I'm talking way, way up
50K ain't enough, no 50K ain't enough

Shit can go left quick, shit can go left quick
Fall in love with a hoe, no I can't bank on no bitch
That work breaking the scale, them Bo's come in the mail
We uppin strips, you try to stand and you gon' sit from these shells

Free my niggas in jail, my niggas sitting through hell
Just keep some money on them books, an have some stories to tell
Davison is my hood, where I been getting money
I was even stacking when them older, heads use to front me

Area full of junkies, chopstick with the monkey nuts
Now we up and running niggas, they just trying to get rid of us
Set the table, then them same niggas tryna come sit with us
Pussies, I know y'all niggas want to be lit with us

But don't look at this double cup, I can't front you, you'll fuck it up
Run on me, then I'll fuck you up, find your block and then fuck it up
Bitch, ain't got no time for no losses
BHN and black market, yeah my niggas in the office

Ain't got no time for no losses. Break the scale with all this work, me and my niggas bosses



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Writer(s): Martell Harris
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