Pounds (feat. Smile Boi & Puma Maan)
Pounds in the kitchen
Pounds in the duffle
Stacking all these chips this bitch starting to look like ruffles
I done peeped her looking but she know she getting nothing
I don't trick hoes She can't get shit from me
Rubber band my money Take it rite to the bank
He might not have a whip but my niggas swerving lanes
He posted up but he never put in pain
Franchise the white tee boys but he might just leave a stain
But the money all good I make it fly like Peter Pan
I get close with one ear
I'm like nigga what you saying
I leave em deaf in one ear better hope this sticky jam
That be the pack of the year then a nigga got to scram
I always kind of liked Gina but started fucking wit the Pam
& i don't Fuck wit the pieces ain't splitting shit with Uncle Sam
Was outside of the club till they let my niggas in
We the stain worth a mill till we split the dividends
(Fuck yours huh
Fuck yours)
The dog came brown nick chubs get it gone
Enterprise rental 90 days its a mobile home
You ain't Never made 20 thousand on a Mobil phone
You say you in the streets but keep the geeks you know you wrong
You know you wrong a rat is a rat no matter who you told it on
Pinky ring plain Rolex on I know the real Corleone
Fuck wit nun to the doom that's wat chubs and 40 on
Living life above the rim cause that's just what my brother on
Ain't got to wine & dine no bitch she gone bust off Sutter homes
I was busting out her home trynna get the butter gone
Heard it's snakes up in the grass grab that chopper get em gone
Been hip to them triple crosses you ain't peep my sweater chrome
I was busting out her home trynna get the butter gone
Been hip to them triple crosses you ain't peep my sweater chrome
Remember back in 2014 I was selling nicks
Now a days If I want to I can buy a brick
Niggas talking on the net but they ain't doing shit
Pay them niggas no mind cuz we really step on shit
Bitch
Ayyy ion brag a lot
But these earring on my face it cost a whole lot
Think we in construction how we got the roads blocked
Suburban pushing through nigga on the side shocked
Ayyy bitch
They just watching staring
Whole team really have it & Aint doing sharing
And we get these hoes litt
Switch whips nice bitch got the opps pissed
333 on the top bitch
On 181 that's the block bitch
And 3gunz boy that's my shit
U dropping any Get ya Top lift
Pounds in the duffle
Stacking all these chips this bitch starting to look like ruffles
I done peeped her looking but she know she getting nothing
I don't trick hoes She can't get shit from me
Rubber band my money Take it rite to the bank
He might not have a whip but my niggas swerving lanes
He posted up but he never put in pain
Franchise the white tee boys but he might just leave a stain
But the money all good I make it fly like Peter Pan
I get close with one ear
I'm like nigga what you saying
I leave em deaf in one ear better hope this sticky jam
That be the pack of the year then a nigga got to scram
I always kind of liked Gina but started fucking wit the Pam
& i don't Fuck wit the pieces ain't splitting shit with Uncle Sam
Was outside of the club till they let my niggas in
We the stain worth a mill till we split the dividends
(Fuck yours huh
Fuck yours)
The dog came brown nick chubs get it gone
Enterprise rental 90 days its a mobile home
You ain't Never made 20 thousand on a Mobil phone
You say you in the streets but keep the geeks you know you wrong
You know you wrong a rat is a rat no matter who you told it on
Pinky ring plain Rolex on I know the real Corleone
Fuck wit nun to the doom that's wat chubs and 40 on
Living life above the rim cause that's just what my brother on
Ain't got to wine & dine no bitch she gone bust off Sutter homes
I was busting out her home trynna get the butter gone
Heard it's snakes up in the grass grab that chopper get em gone
Been hip to them triple crosses you ain't peep my sweater chrome
I was busting out her home trynna get the butter gone
Been hip to them triple crosses you ain't peep my sweater chrome
Remember back in 2014 I was selling nicks
Now a days If I want to I can buy a brick
Niggas talking on the net but they ain't doing shit
Pay them niggas no mind cuz we really step on shit
Bitch
Ayyy ion brag a lot
But these earring on my face it cost a whole lot
Think we in construction how we got the roads blocked
Suburban pushing through nigga on the side shocked
Ayyy bitch
They just watching staring
Whole team really have it & Aint doing sharing
And we get these hoes litt
Switch whips nice bitch got the opps pissed
333 on the top bitch
On 181 that's the block bitch
And 3gunz boy that's my shit
U dropping any Get ya Top lift
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Writer(s): Charles Thomas
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