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I'm like damn that's another loss
Get it up and wipe it off
A double cross
And it's my fault
Straight to the chin
It got took like a boss
White ones everything no east bay
Know a nigga kick game like EA
Leave a nigga down want a replay
Nigga all about the cheese like Green Bay
I done really fell in love with the cash
Now I'm up nigga I was down bad
White ones give a fuck bout swag
Feel like webbie ima rock My tags
I'm peeping game through the smoke
To the cash ready set go
Realist shit a nigga never wrote
I'm just trynna stay afloat
Youngin mouth really dipped in gold
Another puff and then a nigga choke
Anything really goes
Cross em out tic tac toe
Feel like fuck a friend them niggas Really foes niggas playing with they Nose
Acting like nobody knows
Can't trust em
Can't answer my phone
I ain't lien give a fuck about a feature
I can't trust em cut em off no reason
I'm thanking god everyday I'm eating
Through the smoke every thing I'm Peeping
One more double dose I start to float
That's when I can deal with this shit At its most I had to stop thinking Bout it and just go
But I can't lie all of that shit took a Toll
For a fee I can have a nigga reach ya
I was eating Benihana off of visas
If you don't know how to then Finesse then I can teach ya
Nigga all about the green like I'm Cegan
You ain't buy it boy you know ya just Leasing big bag right now just decent
Sit back rolling up so peaceful
I ain't never took a L that ain't teach Me. What's in the dash I done did That on Peachtree
I ain't goin back I can't repeat
Phone just died can't reach me
Just rolled a whole grabba up wit Niq Niq
Told her look me in my eyes
Ain't no trading sides
I ain't showing mercy so I pray to god
Niggas hit me up can't wait to drop
I ain't put em on so he hating now
Next bag I get ima break it down
Ride round the A wit 100 rounds
Only way that I feel safe and sound
You know round here you can't play Around
93 Prem not that 89
One blunt will get you not 4 or 5
Said it online nigga say it now
One thing bout the sneak it's gon get Around
Not Wayne but the drop got no Ceilings now
Lil nigga I'm up when I'm sitting Down
I learn how to stack with the money Now
I learned just to tax when they come Around
If it's bout some blues they act funny Now
You niggas still lame just gettin money now
White ones I won't change need Some other ones
If I'm in some trap it's a 1 of 1
Get it up and wipe it off
A double cross
And it's my fault
Straight to the chin
It got took like a boss
White ones everything no east bay
Know a nigga kick game like EA
Leave a nigga down want a replay
Nigga all about the cheese like Green Bay
I done really fell in love with the cash
Now I'm up nigga I was down bad
White ones give a fuck bout swag
Feel like webbie ima rock My tags
I'm peeping game through the smoke
To the cash ready set go
Realist shit a nigga never wrote
I'm just trynna stay afloat
Youngin mouth really dipped in gold
Another puff and then a nigga choke
Anything really goes
Cross em out tic tac toe
Feel like fuck a friend them niggas Really foes niggas playing with they Nose
Acting like nobody knows
Can't trust em
Can't answer my phone
I ain't lien give a fuck about a feature
I can't trust em cut em off no reason
I'm thanking god everyday I'm eating
Through the smoke every thing I'm Peeping
One more double dose I start to float
That's when I can deal with this shit At its most I had to stop thinking Bout it and just go
But I can't lie all of that shit took a Toll
For a fee I can have a nigga reach ya
I was eating Benihana off of visas
If you don't know how to then Finesse then I can teach ya
Nigga all about the green like I'm Cegan
You ain't buy it boy you know ya just Leasing big bag right now just decent
Sit back rolling up so peaceful
I ain't never took a L that ain't teach Me. What's in the dash I done did That on Peachtree
I ain't goin back I can't repeat
Phone just died can't reach me
Just rolled a whole grabba up wit Niq Niq
Told her look me in my eyes
Ain't no trading sides
I ain't showing mercy so I pray to god
Niggas hit me up can't wait to drop
I ain't put em on so he hating now
Next bag I get ima break it down
Ride round the A wit 100 rounds
Only way that I feel safe and sound
You know round here you can't play Around
93 Prem not that 89
One blunt will get you not 4 or 5
Said it online nigga say it now
One thing bout the sneak it's gon get Around
Not Wayne but the drop got no Ceilings now
Lil nigga I'm up when I'm sitting Down
I learn how to stack with the money Now
I learned just to tax when they come Around
If it's bout some blues they act funny Now
You niggas still lame just gettin money now
White ones I won't change need Some other ones
If I'm in some trap it's a 1 of 1
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