Bound To

Up 25 and I'm still feeling slimy
Made 25 and I'm still feeling slimy
Made 25 and I'm still feeling slimy
Up 55, take it up and it's private
Shit got legit and it's just perfect timing
Shit got intense, hit a lick, no rewinding
Play with the gang, that's the last time you smiling

We take it up, no sorta kind of
Stay bagging up and we dirty the line
Still adding up, commas keep coming
Fuck up a check, I'm like the one
Hop out the Vette, the dealings are done
Stuck in the dark, now I just see the sun
Run me my check, yes that broke shit is done
I just ran into the Feds, I had to back up on some checks
You think that, that bitch got you lit but she been around the whole set

My money going to never neglect me, stay with a Tec
Test me, play for the bet, got to check please
30 collect, got a cheque please
Popping the net, got a check please
He got to vent
I'm with v round my back, Vetements, call me a Vet
Cheque got to settle, it's time to collect
Move like a veteran, stand on respect
Still moving militant, stay with a kit
Move onto a bigger one, ain't no regrets
Getting paid with a pound and I smoke on the set
3.5 in the wood, we just roll up the jit
Count it up, count me out, everything counterfeit
Stay with the stripe, calling you Tig'
Stuck with the pipe, ready the blitz
Stuck with a light 10 ball, lil flex
And we take it up, can't call it quits
Get money, type shit like CallofKidd

I got a piece I'm bound to pick
I got a piece I'm bound to pick
I got a check I'm bound to pick



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Writer(s): William Blose
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