Untitled (feat. Mercy Dee)
Run up tha dope ima bag up talking bout moves ima rack up
These hatas got tools well we masked up Talking my business get smacked up
We bout them choppaz they kept on I put your name on a headstone
We bout this business that's straight bands sending you ass to the wastelands
I get the bag baby whip it up
I'm adding the sauce said tweaking now
Duffel bag fully load now
Got these killas really spazin out
Choppaz unloading a hunnit rounds
Straight at yo dome ain't no backin out
We really bout business I take a vow
I put it on god you won't take me out
Fuck it I came back to settle the score
Ain't no rachet shit talking we bout it and mo
We really got hittas straight action can't miss umm
I unleash my hounds and tell go get umm
I'm placing the orda go get it fr
Stay rollin exotic n making them deals
They asking for handouts I'm aiming for mills
They girl hella boujee and all in her feels
She callin come do me but I'm all in the field
We getting them pack you know they all sealed
Get money fuck bitches said that's what I'm on keep that 45 away and concealed
Say Talking down won't nun I'm bout them digits they all up
I took my losses got back up I ain't crying boy we ranked up
I'm in a black seville
Just me and my man Miguel
Run up tha dope ima bag up
Talking bout moves ima rack up
I'm in a black seville just me and my man Miguel
If we see the opps we blast they don't have a chance to yell
I give a fuck bout a pig with a badge I ain't goin back to cells
Yea, I made it back from hell
I'll never brag or tell
I seen it all wit my own eyes these niggas tryna play both sides
Some of em dying for co-signs
Some of em hit me for ghost lines
I swear my soul is a gold mine
24/7 my own time
They playin checkers I sit back and let em I knew it was chess the whole time
Man ion give none of these hoes time
I don't wanna call I don't wanna text I might have to switch up my phone line
I'm on a wave I'm way outta range
I see that ya stuck in a low tide
I'm on the road it's go time
I made a come up in no time
All I needed was alone time
I'm back in the mix
I'm wrapping the bricks
I splash and I drip
Gas In My Spliff
Shout Out The 9 Shout out the 5 Shout out the 6
Shout Out The 9 Shout out the 5 Shout out the 6
These hatas got tools well we masked up Talking my business get smacked up
We bout them choppaz they kept on I put your name on a headstone
We bout this business that's straight bands sending you ass to the wastelands
I get the bag baby whip it up
I'm adding the sauce said tweaking now
Duffel bag fully load now
Got these killas really spazin out
Choppaz unloading a hunnit rounds
Straight at yo dome ain't no backin out
We really bout business I take a vow
I put it on god you won't take me out
Fuck it I came back to settle the score
Ain't no rachet shit talking we bout it and mo
We really got hittas straight action can't miss umm
I unleash my hounds and tell go get umm
I'm placing the orda go get it fr
Stay rollin exotic n making them deals
They asking for handouts I'm aiming for mills
They girl hella boujee and all in her feels
She callin come do me but I'm all in the field
We getting them pack you know they all sealed
Get money fuck bitches said that's what I'm on keep that 45 away and concealed
Say Talking down won't nun I'm bout them digits they all up
I took my losses got back up I ain't crying boy we ranked up
I'm in a black seville
Just me and my man Miguel
Run up tha dope ima bag up
Talking bout moves ima rack up
I'm in a black seville just me and my man Miguel
If we see the opps we blast they don't have a chance to yell
I give a fuck bout a pig with a badge I ain't goin back to cells
Yea, I made it back from hell
I'll never brag or tell
I seen it all wit my own eyes these niggas tryna play both sides
Some of em dying for co-signs
Some of em hit me for ghost lines
I swear my soul is a gold mine
24/7 my own time
They playin checkers I sit back and let em I knew it was chess the whole time
Man ion give none of these hoes time
I don't wanna call I don't wanna text I might have to switch up my phone line
I'm on a wave I'm way outta range
I see that ya stuck in a low tide
I'm on the road it's go time
I made a come up in no time
All I needed was alone time
I'm back in the mix
I'm wrapping the bricks
I splash and I drip
Gas In My Spliff
Shout Out The 9 Shout out the 5 Shout out the 6
Shout Out The 9 Shout out the 5 Shout out the 6
Credits
Writer(s): Marco Pavon
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