The Best
I need a bag
Uh
Ey
Uh
Ol' Smith
Bitch
I ain't gon lie
I'm really that nigga like
Forreal
6Sev
Burnsev shit
Let's Go
I just came from Cali I'm cool with the plug
I needed it badly I had to re up
I just be feenin for cash I'm just happy I'm up
She said that she wanted dick so I ask her whats up
I just spend bands on a fit I ain't giving you nothing
I'm Stingy ass shit cause I worked for these hunnits
I'm like the president the game I'm just running it
I'm tired of flexing while these niggas be frontin
She only call me up when she wanna fuck,
I had to fit my pockets up with a dub
You need these racks if you tryna be part of the club
I need a rachet when I'm gon go to the club
Niggas be watching they fuck around end up slumped
My bitch she clocking me cause she think I'm up to something
They cannot stop me I'm smoking on gas shit punching
I need a bag I'm gon call homie up for the grub
Yea yea x3
If I need a bag ima call homie up with the slips
Don't gotta call brody up yea that boy with the shits
The way that we ballin now everything gon be legit
& no we not falling out watch how we get to the riches
Is all about gang now we cannot fail not one mission,
Cause I am the man now I cannot fumble this shit
Wait
Yea
Damn
I am not strong but I flex
She watching I stunt on my ex
They plotting they going in debt
How could I worry if I got a tech
I gotta hurry up and go collect
Pot gotta stir it up making this bread
Popped ni*** go and get up off your bed
Free all my niggas that's locked in the feds
Some of my niggas they ended up dead
I gotta focus up and get this bread
Na yea
Forreal
I just came from Cali I'm cool with the plug
I needed it badly I had to re up
I just be feenin for cash I'm just happy I'm up
She said that she wanted dick so I ask her whats up
I just spend bands on a fit I ain't giving you nothing
I'm Stingy ass shit cause I worked for these hunnits
I'm like the president the game I'm just running it
I'm tired of flexing while these niggas be frontin
She only call me up when she wanna fuck,
I had to fit my pockets up with a dub
You need these racks if you tryna be part of the club
I need a rachet when I'm gon go to the club
Niggas be watching they fuck around end up slumped
My bitch she clocking me cause she think I'm up to something
They cannot stop me I'm smoking on gas shit punching
I need a bag I'm gon call homie up for the grub
Uh
Ey
Uh
Ol' Smith
Bitch
I ain't gon lie
I'm really that nigga like
Forreal
6Sev
Burnsev shit
Let's Go
I just came from Cali I'm cool with the plug
I needed it badly I had to re up
I just be feenin for cash I'm just happy I'm up
She said that she wanted dick so I ask her whats up
I just spend bands on a fit I ain't giving you nothing
I'm Stingy ass shit cause I worked for these hunnits
I'm like the president the game I'm just running it
I'm tired of flexing while these niggas be frontin
She only call me up when she wanna fuck,
I had to fit my pockets up with a dub
You need these racks if you tryna be part of the club
I need a rachet when I'm gon go to the club
Niggas be watching they fuck around end up slumped
My bitch she clocking me cause she think I'm up to something
They cannot stop me I'm smoking on gas shit punching
I need a bag I'm gon call homie up for the grub
Yea yea x3
If I need a bag ima call homie up with the slips
Don't gotta call brody up yea that boy with the shits
The way that we ballin now everything gon be legit
& no we not falling out watch how we get to the riches
Is all about gang now we cannot fail not one mission,
Cause I am the man now I cannot fumble this shit
Wait
Yea
Damn
I am not strong but I flex
She watching I stunt on my ex
They plotting they going in debt
How could I worry if I got a tech
I gotta hurry up and go collect
Pot gotta stir it up making this bread
Popped ni*** go and get up off your bed
Free all my niggas that's locked in the feds
Some of my niggas they ended up dead
I gotta focus up and get this bread
Na yea
Forreal
I just came from Cali I'm cool with the plug
I needed it badly I had to re up
I just be feenin for cash I'm just happy I'm up
She said that she wanted dick so I ask her whats up
I just spend bands on a fit I ain't giving you nothing
I'm Stingy ass shit cause I worked for these hunnits
I'm like the president the game I'm just running it
I'm tired of flexing while these niggas be frontin
She only call me up when she wanna fuck,
I had to fit my pockets up with a dub
You need these racks if you tryna be part of the club
I need a rachet when I'm gon go to the club
Niggas be watching they fuck around end up slumped
My bitch she clocking me cause she think I'm up to something
They cannot stop me I'm smoking on gas shit punching
I need a bag I'm gon call homie up for the grub
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Writer(s): Oelis De Los Santos
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