Off a Pound

I'm posted on Willard with jd and Maine the day for we go outta town
The nigga know that his bet to keep Hiding he better not get caught outta Bound
And I'm in the whip with a stick and Myself but it got a hunnid some Rounds
She ain't tryna get right, then the Bitch getting left I ran this shit up off A pound
Designer my clothes and all of these Hoes gone choose cause Teezy a star
I put exotic in woods and leafs I feel Disrespected you pass me a gar
Suit up in black with straps and I Pull up yo mask and shoot when you Get out this car
It ain't no tucking this vvs Cuban you Think about reaching then you getting Popped

All of my young niggas trapping Finessing if money not coming them Lil niggas rob
I gotta partner who work and he trap But if I front him 50 he quitting his job
Decent lil bitch from the hood but I Fuck her good and I throw my brother The lob
Money not never the problem if I gotta Dollar then Maine gotta dollar on god
I can't be sitting for here no long if Yeen gone pull up right now then I'm Bout finna dip
I pour of deuce of snot in 24 oz and I Feel that shit soon as I sip
I can't be cuffing these bitches so I let 'Em know ain't with nun of that off the Rip
Step this with this bitch in my hand When I walk in the building I don't Wanna up off the hip

I'm posted on Willard with jd and Maine the day for we go outta town
The nigga know that his bet to keep Hiding he better not get caught outta Bound
And I'm in the whip with a stick and Myself but it got a hunnid some Rounds
She ain't tryna get right, then the Bitch getting left I ran this shit up off S pound
Designer my clothes and all of these Hoes gone choose cause Teezy a star
I put exotic in woods and leafs, I feel Disrespected you pass me a gar
Suit up in black with straps and I Pull up yo mask and shoot when you Get out this car
It ain't no tucking this vvs Cuban you Think about reaching then you getting Popped

Ion be tripping about it the drac in The closet they thought I was down on My dick
I took a loss for a 100 when I get that 100k back ion wanna hear shit
He wanna go buy designer but truth Of the matter he owing these niggas Like Rick
Only want war over money control Yo emotions you don't pose to beef Bout the bitch
I'm in the booth with the cash that I Made from today and Glock 19x in my Denim
Group full of young niggas, paper is All that they want if I feel disrespected I send em
Ain't gone be fucking with them then Come fucking with us you get killed Playing man in the middle
Didn't wanna make a decision so I'm Fucking both of these bitches as soon as I get em
Im posted on Willard with jd and Maine the day for we go out of town
The nigga know his bet is keep hiding He better not get caught out of bound
And im in whip with a stick and myself But it got a 100 some rounds
She ain't tryna get right then the bitch Getting left I ran this shit up off a Pound



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Writer(s): Jeterrius Horn
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