Pandemic
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in they knees
To Abuse they needs
They come to me
For a fee
I'm stacking it up
Supplying streets
All them prices
I can beat
Now fuck wit me
Respectfully
These shorties is colder
Move
Wit no order
Killing like pandemic or a disorder
Bullets cut thru ya flesh jus like a Butcher
But Yea That' is a slaughter
Use to have to get it signed off
Before you completing ya order
Now they dnt even care
Hitting Ya son or your daughter
Boy What a horror
Guess they never knew
Cuz nobody taught Em
Run it up before i
Ever take me a L
They think i lost
Can't count the battles the kid done Faught
Or lessons
That life has taught
I majored in boss
I got Em puffin the gas
Like it's a bad exhaust
For a lil cost
Stackin the reup
Before i start spending
And taking a loss
These niggaz lost
I'm workin a phone
Not sittin blocks
Thats crowded n hot
Usually ringin wit shots
But bro just found me a slot
To tuck me a glock
If action erupt
My lil lady tucked
Ready buss
DNT make a fuss
Just like a square
She lightening u up
Inhaling ya puff
Yo soul was touched
No time for bluff
I want the money
I want the sack
Run it up run it up run it up
Then run it back
Lost in the trap
Give em a KD
They callin right back
I'm mixin my batch
And money correct
Whenever he call or text
Im thumbin thru blues
Make it make sense
Pretty miss say
WHY YOU COUNTING LIKE THIS
It's all in thewrist
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in the knees
To Abuse they needs
They come to me
For a fee
I'm stacking it up
Supplying streets
All them prices
I can beat
Now fuck wit me
Respectfully
But
These shorties is colder
Move
Wit no order
Killing like pandemic or a disorder
Bullets cut thru ya flesh jus like a Butcher
Yea That's a slaughter
Use to have to get it signed off
Before you completing ya order
Now they don't even. care
Hitting Ya son or your daughter
Boy What a horror
Guess they never knew
Cuz nobody taught Em
You ain't run it up
You dumb or what
I aint touch enough
So It ain't enough
Get ya pres'es up
Then level up
Foreign car wit toxic slut
Mean as fuck
Dreaming this since i was a pup
I aint tryna cuff
I'll catch the bluff
Then wet her up
Feelins offi
Chase the bag
Get them digits up
These niggaz out
Singing sad songs
How they bag gone
Oh
It ain't last long
I Dnt give a fuck
Ima trap til the work gone
Re-up then it's back on
Shoot your shot til ya not alone
Work a 9 to 5 til they send you home
Money to the safe
Watch how them stacks grow
Credit straight
Cuz send the plates
And i get em gon
Before dinner ate
Work the interstate
Wit a pretty face
She Rollin woods
Sippin fetty straight
That's 38
I do the dash
She won't spill a taste
Call her Betty Crocker
My Pretty face be countin cake
Is it Friday yet
Time to fuck it off
Money up
By the grace of god
I ain't take a loss
Plug matched
What the kid bought
This shit is in you
Was Neva was taught
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in the knees
To Abuse they needs
They come to me
For a fee
I'm stacking it up
Supplying streets
All them prices
I cn beat
Now fuck wit me
Respectfully
But
These shorties is colder
Move
Wit no order
Killing like pandemic or a disorder
Bullets cut thru ya flesh jus like a Butcher
Yea That's a slaughter
Use to have to get it signed off
Before you completing ya order
Now they dnt even. care
Hitting Ya son or your daughter
Boy What a horror
Guess they never knew
Cuz nobody taught Em
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in they knees
To Abuse they needs
They come to me
For a fee
I'm stacking it up
Supplying streets
All them prices
I can beat
Now fuck wit me
Respectfully
These shorties is colder
Move
Wit no order
Killing like pandemic or a disorder
Bullets cut thru ya flesh jus like a Butcher
But Yea That' is a slaughter
Use to have to get it signed off
Before you completing ya order
Now they dnt even care
Hitting Ya son or your daughter
Boy What a horror
Guess they never knew
Cuz nobody taught Em
Run it up before i
Ever take me a L
They think i lost
Can't count the battles the kid done Faught
Or lessons
That life has taught
I majored in boss
I got Em puffin the gas
Like it's a bad exhaust
For a lil cost
Stackin the reup
Before i start spending
And taking a loss
These niggaz lost
I'm workin a phone
Not sittin blocks
Thats crowded n hot
Usually ringin wit shots
But bro just found me a slot
To tuck me a glock
If action erupt
My lil lady tucked
Ready buss
DNT make a fuss
Just like a square
She lightening u up
Inhaling ya puff
Yo soul was touched
No time for bluff
I want the money
I want the sack
Run it up run it up run it up
Then run it back
Lost in the trap
Give em a KD
They callin right back
I'm mixin my batch
And money correct
Whenever he call or text
Im thumbin thru blues
Make it make sense
Pretty miss say
WHY YOU COUNTING LIKE THIS
It's all in thewrist
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in the knees
To Abuse they needs
They come to me
For a fee
I'm stacking it up
Supplying streets
All them prices
I can beat
Now fuck wit me
Respectfully
But
These shorties is colder
Move
Wit no order
Killing like pandemic or a disorder
Bullets cut thru ya flesh jus like a Butcher
Yea That's a slaughter
Use to have to get it signed off
Before you completing ya order
Now they don't even. care
Hitting Ya son or your daughter
Boy What a horror
Guess they never knew
Cuz nobody taught Em
You ain't run it up
You dumb or what
I aint touch enough
So It ain't enough
Get ya pres'es up
Then level up
Foreign car wit toxic slut
Mean as fuck
Dreaming this since i was a pup
I aint tryna cuff
I'll catch the bluff
Then wet her up
Feelins offi
Chase the bag
Get them digits up
These niggaz out
Singing sad songs
How they bag gone
Oh
It ain't last long
I Dnt give a fuck
Ima trap til the work gone
Re-up then it's back on
Shoot your shot til ya not alone
Work a 9 to 5 til they send you home
Money to the safe
Watch how them stacks grow
Credit straight
Cuz send the plates
And i get em gon
Before dinner ate
Work the interstate
Wit a pretty face
She Rollin woods
Sippin fetty straight
That's 38
I do the dash
She won't spill a taste
Call her Betty Crocker
My Pretty face be countin cake
Is it Friday yet
Time to fuck it off
Money up
By the grace of god
I ain't take a loss
Plug matched
What the kid bought
This shit is in you
Was Neva was taught
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in the knees
To Abuse they needs
They come to me
For a fee
I'm stacking it up
Supplying streets
All them prices
I cn beat
Now fuck wit me
Respectfully
But
These shorties is colder
Move
Wit no order
Killing like pandemic or a disorder
Bullets cut thru ya flesh jus like a Butcher
Yea That's a slaughter
Use to have to get it signed off
Before you completing ya order
Now they dnt even. care
Hitting Ya son or your daughter
Boy What a horror
Guess they never knew
Cuz nobody taught Em
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Writer(s): Christian Rogers
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