Aint said nothing
Yea
Let that shit ride
Sound good on god
Gang shit
Naw you ain't gotta mute it
Yea
Got that shit on me now
Motherfucka sound rite
Yea It's a masterpiece gold 41 I'm balling like athletes
Pop a perky in the vet gotta stash the heat
Good dog mix it with the fetti yo bag to cheap
Fuck around and be a chef imma cake mixer
Fuck a Nigga baby mama pour the drank with her
Forgiottos on the rafey 28 inches
Hunnit thousand on me hit the club brought the bank with us
Yea bitch Imma real demon crack the seal the other day and I'm still leaning
Put a sign on the chopper that say will leave you
Gang tweaking they a drop a Nigga for no real reason
Made a million off of pints yea that's facts though
Street Nigga with a check I just rap though
Baby mama think I'm pimping how I Mack blow
Rob a rich Nigga for his work not he back poor
Niggas talk that money Shìt but still ain't said nothing
I make the bitch drive the load to get her hair done
A hunnit Ps all I need is the addy
Yo trap slow then bring it back we still family
What My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
I left my nigga with the load he took the extras out
My migo thru it to me pure hade to stretch it out
Every twenty days I switch my line they want me tapping out
My white boys love me they keep me flooded in the drought
Yea I keep my name clean that's how you run it up
I was broke when I was Robbin I kept fucking up
Kill ah Nigga to the kneck fuck yo huddle up
We was tripping way before you niggas knew we was
I put this shit on everything I been a hunnit up
Real demon certified you just rap like it
I was all in dog pockets before I hade license
Top shotta bitch these Vvs's you are not like me
He Ran off on the plug he never ate again
Could of hit the road with us but he rather run with ten
He ran off on the plug and never ate again
Could of hit the road with us but he rather run with ten
Niggas talk that money Shìt but still ain't said nothing
I make the bitch drive the load to get her hair done
A hunnit Ps all I need is the addy
Yo trap slow then bring it back we still family
What My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
Let that shit ride
Sound good on god
Gang shit
Naw you ain't gotta mute it
Yea
Got that shit on me now
Motherfucka sound rite
Yea It's a masterpiece gold 41 I'm balling like athletes
Pop a perky in the vet gotta stash the heat
Good dog mix it with the fetti yo bag to cheap
Fuck around and be a chef imma cake mixer
Fuck a Nigga baby mama pour the drank with her
Forgiottos on the rafey 28 inches
Hunnit thousand on me hit the club brought the bank with us
Yea bitch Imma real demon crack the seal the other day and I'm still leaning
Put a sign on the chopper that say will leave you
Gang tweaking they a drop a Nigga for no real reason
Made a million off of pints yea that's facts though
Street Nigga with a check I just rap though
Baby mama think I'm pimping how I Mack blow
Rob a rich Nigga for his work not he back poor
Niggas talk that money Shìt but still ain't said nothing
I make the bitch drive the load to get her hair done
A hunnit Ps all I need is the addy
Yo trap slow then bring it back we still family
What My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
I left my nigga with the load he took the extras out
My migo thru it to me pure hade to stretch it out
Every twenty days I switch my line they want me tapping out
My white boys love me they keep me flooded in the drought
Yea I keep my name clean that's how you run it up
I was broke when I was Robbin I kept fucking up
Kill ah Nigga to the kneck fuck yo huddle up
We was tripping way before you niggas knew we was
I put this shit on everything I been a hunnit up
Real demon certified you just rap like it
I was all in dog pockets before I hade license
Top shotta bitch these Vvs's you are not like me
He Ran off on the plug he never ate again
Could of hit the road with us but he rather run with ten
He ran off on the plug and never ate again
Could of hit the road with us but he rather run with ten
Niggas talk that money Shìt but still ain't said nothing
I make the bitch drive the load to get her hair done
A hunnit Ps all I need is the addy
Yo trap slow then bring it back we still family
What My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
My bag realistic Nigga
Small price on yo head I be tripping wit it
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Writer(s): Daquan Franklin
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