ByDaRib
D's still on the beat, we beastin
100 something young niggas outchea
Still tweakin, geekin
Down in the deep end
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Then I got the spot for the weekend
Supply and demand, junkies feen'n
I move in the night thru the mist
From the morn to the evenin
I move wit the heathens, demons
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Most likely my youngins out tweak'n
OT, off the grid from the block to the coast
Had to move out the spot, started buyin in bulk
You still on consignment, get mine off the boat
Strapped up, I never leave mine at the brib
Fully equipped, I keep mine by da rib
Gang wit me, told me go get it how you live
Supply and demand, damn near ran outta dope
I paid the fine, then I made that shit flip
If I don't got that fire, I don't come out the krib
You don't kome outside, kause you know what it is
(Yeaaaah)
I'm in the trenches where shit could get lit
I say the word and some shit could get hit
Stick to the code, don't say shit on my phone
Dope by the beaker, liter
Traffic got slow, had to re-up, speed up, keep up
I got that reaper, ether
Killer, that dope you could
Smoke, sniff or shoot out the speaker
Anti-social as fuck, skip the extra
Just set it up
Got bank an got busy, headcrack
go ahead, bet it up
dirty money, brown paper bags
block work, etcetera
I pull up go brazy, that's regular
Heard a fuck nigga hates me, that's regular
Skip all the extra, get to it
Big business, just set it up
Send in my bitch get the drop 'fore we send it up
Then send out my youngins to sit on yo krib
We ain't letting up
D's still on the beat, we beastin
100 something young niggas outchea
Just tweakin, geekin
Down in the deep end
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Then I got the spot for the weekend
Supply and demand, junkies feen'n
I move in the night thru the mist
From the mornin to the evenin
I move wit the heathens, demons
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Most likely my youngins out tweak'n
OT, off the grid from the block to the coast
Had to move out the spot, started buyin in bulk
You still on consignment, get mine off the boat
Supply and demand, damn near ran outta dope
Lit
I paid the fine, then I made that shit flip
Strapped up, I never leave mine at the brib
Fully equipped, I keep mine by da rib
Bitch!
Daaaamn, oh man!
100 something young niggas outchea
Still tweakin, geekin
Down in the deep end
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Then I got the spot for the weekend
Supply and demand, junkies feen'n
I move in the night thru the mist
From the morn to the evenin
I move wit the heathens, demons
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Most likely my youngins out tweak'n
OT, off the grid from the block to the coast
Had to move out the spot, started buyin in bulk
You still on consignment, get mine off the boat
Strapped up, I never leave mine at the brib
Fully equipped, I keep mine by da rib
Gang wit me, told me go get it how you live
Supply and demand, damn near ran outta dope
I paid the fine, then I made that shit flip
If I don't got that fire, I don't come out the krib
You don't kome outside, kause you know what it is
(Yeaaaah)
I'm in the trenches where shit could get lit
I say the word and some shit could get hit
Stick to the code, don't say shit on my phone
Dope by the beaker, liter
Traffic got slow, had to re-up, speed up, keep up
I got that reaper, ether
Killer, that dope you could
Smoke, sniff or shoot out the speaker
Anti-social as fuck, skip the extra
Just set it up
Got bank an got busy, headcrack
go ahead, bet it up
dirty money, brown paper bags
block work, etcetera
I pull up go brazy, that's regular
Heard a fuck nigga hates me, that's regular
Skip all the extra, get to it
Big business, just set it up
Send in my bitch get the drop 'fore we send it up
Then send out my youngins to sit on yo krib
We ain't letting up
D's still on the beat, we beastin
100 something young niggas outchea
Just tweakin, geekin
Down in the deep end
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Then I got the spot for the weekend
Supply and demand, junkies feen'n
I move in the night thru the mist
From the mornin to the evenin
I move wit the heathens, demons
If I'm not supplyin the fire
Most likely my youngins out tweak'n
OT, off the grid from the block to the coast
Had to move out the spot, started buyin in bulk
You still on consignment, get mine off the boat
Supply and demand, damn near ran outta dope
Lit
I paid the fine, then I made that shit flip
Strapped up, I never leave mine at the brib
Fully equipped, I keep mine by da rib
Bitch!
Daaaamn, oh man!
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Writer(s): Dalen Maxey Ward, Derek Maxey Ward
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