Espn
I make this shit look easy, other niggas claim it's hard
I'm all about my green like Stanley, don't step a foot off in my yard
Communicating with the plug about the batch he about to send
Clientele want exotic but I got that bubble in
Come and get it if you want it
Florida bags got them from Tony
Cali bags come through the mail, bring me cash don't fuck with zelle
I'm heaven sent but give em' hell, done did dirt I'll never tell
Never ride alone this 40 with me like Keenan with Kel
I'm making major plays, not talking like on ESPN
I smoked a lot of flavors, it would be hard to make a top ten
I'm sending packs from state to state, Hercules lifting weight, if I gone and send the bread, then the plug don't make me wait
Smoke a wood full of runts', now I'm high in the sky
Jus like Peter and Stewy, I'm a family guy
Niggas count in my pockets and watch what I buy
Like I said, once before, got that 40 on me if you try
I'm a one on one type of nigga, man I promise nobody can fuck with my style
I done been all around and done made a few trips from the north to the south delivering Pounds
Switched up the whip, now I'm pushing the Jeep
Driving real slow, yeah I move like a creep
Authentic tee with some dunks on my feet
All for the win, I won't accept no defeat
I throw up the west and I rep PVC
Know I'm good in my hood, paved my name in the street
No you not on my level, no way you compete
Like a dog, don't you mess with my food when I eat
I'm a get on your ass, won't let you pass
Just like the Winter, he dead in the grass
Pandemic hit, I wasn't wearing no mask
Stuck in the house selling zips out the bag
Got a new strand from the sip, it was trash
Finesser for real, still turned em to cash
Got the game from my uncle and not from my dad
Seven years old, I was off in the trap
Watching these junkies, run in and out
Uncle Siroc made me get off the couch
Little did I know I was sitting on a ounce
Folks at the door trying to get them a gram
He tax for OG, like Uncle Sam
Gas in the trap screaming louder than Pam
My neck full of water, it's something like a dam
Chillin' out on the block, see the police, we scram
I make this shit look easy, other niggas claim it's hard
I'm all about my green like Stanley
Don't step a foot off in my yard
Communicating with the plug about the batch he about to send
Clientele want exotic, but I got that bubble in
I'm all about my green like Stanley, don't step a foot off in my yard
Communicating with the plug about the batch he about to send
Clientele want exotic but I got that bubble in
Come and get it if you want it
Florida bags got them from Tony
Cali bags come through the mail, bring me cash don't fuck with zelle
I'm heaven sent but give em' hell, done did dirt I'll never tell
Never ride alone this 40 with me like Keenan with Kel
I'm making major plays, not talking like on ESPN
I smoked a lot of flavors, it would be hard to make a top ten
I'm sending packs from state to state, Hercules lifting weight, if I gone and send the bread, then the plug don't make me wait
Smoke a wood full of runts', now I'm high in the sky
Jus like Peter and Stewy, I'm a family guy
Niggas count in my pockets and watch what I buy
Like I said, once before, got that 40 on me if you try
I'm a one on one type of nigga, man I promise nobody can fuck with my style
I done been all around and done made a few trips from the north to the south delivering Pounds
Switched up the whip, now I'm pushing the Jeep
Driving real slow, yeah I move like a creep
Authentic tee with some dunks on my feet
All for the win, I won't accept no defeat
I throw up the west and I rep PVC
Know I'm good in my hood, paved my name in the street
No you not on my level, no way you compete
Like a dog, don't you mess with my food when I eat
I'm a get on your ass, won't let you pass
Just like the Winter, he dead in the grass
Pandemic hit, I wasn't wearing no mask
Stuck in the house selling zips out the bag
Got a new strand from the sip, it was trash
Finesser for real, still turned em to cash
Got the game from my uncle and not from my dad
Seven years old, I was off in the trap
Watching these junkies, run in and out
Uncle Siroc made me get off the couch
Little did I know I was sitting on a ounce
Folks at the door trying to get them a gram
He tax for OG, like Uncle Sam
Gas in the trap screaming louder than Pam
My neck full of water, it's something like a dam
Chillin' out on the block, see the police, we scram
I make this shit look easy, other niggas claim it's hard
I'm all about my green like Stanley
Don't step a foot off in my yard
Communicating with the plug about the batch he about to send
Clientele want exotic, but I got that bubble in
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Writer(s): Jamari Staples
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