Whoop

I've been on my own since I graduated Elevated, made some bad decisions but I'm glad I made
them Made me who the man I am
Nephew to my Uncle Sam Damn, bust down cost a hundred, now they all
want it I've been running numbers, Carl Lewis

Stash spot after stash spot when you fucking with the Amish
Cash out after cash out like it's future on exotics
Put switches on my glizzies, made all them bitch robotics
Niggas got they nerve, they gon' feel me like sciatic

If it ever was a time, more important than right now
Is the time being spent by my niggas locked down
They runs in the ground and I can't get them out
Pour some liquor out, I'ma keep it blunt I'ma weed them out, why you acting real

You the fakest in the house Real niggas come around like Morris Miners
Of Baby Jordan jerseys, Harold Miners So my team packed with Terminators, John Connors
Los Pepes como esta, Yoki Edo, Ardenedo She like poppy, por que, why
I'm like mami, uno diez, uno diez mi edad Fuego la alimente caliente como esta

Siete de Nueve no deje de montar Mi taxi all hot, in the state, kilo pies
Nine five six Laredo with them kilos hot I be in the booth with them kilo watts
Sig sauer pop pop pop, smoke you like some za za za
Red and blue like bakara, Coco Lee from Bogota I'm smoking on some chocolate, J know I rap a lot

Addicted to the trap, so I trap a lot Trying to build a dynasty, push a little rock
Ninety two Hove, I was posted on the block
Sipping on some Sizzurp, way before Woc Merking on my adversaries, way before Ops
Way before plays, nigga, we was running drops Before switches on the Glee, we was running bump stops

Before hundred round drums, we was duct taping shots
Way before digis, we was triple beaming blocks Red, black, and green, triple beamers on the block
One red, two green, look like Christmas with them dots
Bust down cost a hundred, now they all want it I've been running numbers, team Honda

I've been getting paid, I've been getting blunted Money bringing threats, bitch you better run it
Money placing bets, bitch I better hunt it I'ma bring my voucher, that's a full hundred
Stand up in the pussy, then stand on it You bust out three zeros, couple couple bands on it
My bust out five zeros, hunnit hunnit, bands on it, stand on it

Had to name my drum, put Roxanne on it I'ma keep a chop, like a lamb on it
Niggas wanna dodge me, put a ram on it
Bitches porking round, going ham on it Bitches snorting grams, I done danced on it
Two-step Mike and Jan on it, two times like Duran on it

Two times like finesse on it, two times like it's chain on it
I'ma dock a load, drop a crane on it, crane on it
I'ma bring a hurt, stack some pain on it I just rolled a blunt, novacaine on it
They gon' need some perks, with some cane on it Take away the pain that I bring for em



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Writer(s): Jermaine Allen
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