Dying of Laughter

Pumping my shit to the masses
Money was stuck on molasses
Now it be coming in faster
Countin up dying of laughter

A hunnid I'm not with the banter
Want that pole position no dancer
Baby girl you just wanna be pampered
Gary Payton ain't toking on standard
Glad that bro got off them jammas
Cuzzo got the rollers in Atlanta
Still hooving and leaching you Bama
I played the crease got my bands up
Shoebox before it was a safe
We Ship packs to four other states
Cut from that cloth
That can't fabricate
They gon scoff
When your name hold no weight
Might sip on Ace just for taste
Fuck complexation I go by the face
Can't make exceptions to nobody who fake
Ion don't fuck with swine but I bring back the bacon

Pumping my shit to the masses
Money was stuck on molasses
Now it be coming in faster
Countin up dying of laughter

Geeking bout shit that ain't funny
Just a result of the money
Use to serve treys on a empty tummy
Three five exact and a lot came from it
A lot of game that I had to stomach
I be going for it ain't tryn punt it
Commentating they just be pundits
Never hated when pockets punished
Just now copping Bapestas niggas late
My big bruva had em back in 08
I ain't tryn stunt rather motivate
A lot of niggas hate but you take the cake
What goes around comes around on you
Ion fw the brown nosing
Niggas ridin jock for a higher totem
Make me no difference not one iota
I been racking up like Djokovic
Advancing chips like poker bitch
If she play with me Ima ghost the bitch
Can't hate the player if you chose the bitch
Niggas wellin they on shady shit
Nuff spending better save your shit
Ain't no telling when the rain'll hit
Bout my loose leaf like a waiter is

Pumping my shit to the masses
Money was stuck on molasses
Now it be coming in faster
Countin up dying of laughter



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Chatsika
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