24gs
Yeah, 24 grams in my backpack shawty
Only motherfucker that still hustle at a party
Got a couple keys, but my whip start with a button
Told my brother, "Hold it down," all this shit ain't all for nothing
Listen
Lately, I been keeping low, keep on the safety
Smoking out the window, got no keys to the Mercedes
If I want him dead, I make a call, no need for waiting
All my dawgs connected, motherfucker call me Hades
Talking in her ear, she getting wet like it been raining
She don't ever spit, I must admit, I love a lady
I'm married to the money, you look like you barely dating
Mango in my blunt, I'm getting high, I'm getting faded
Yeah, just told my G, "Send me the deets"
I been on my own, I like to keep it low-key
Way I'm moving too clean, they ain't keeping up with me
Why they want war?
Why they wan' be enemies? (ha, ha, ha)
Oh please, everything ain't how it seem
You the type to trust a bitch, I don't believe a thing (you dummy)
Manifesting money, seeking opportunities (you got money)
I don't think about the past, 'til it catch up with me
I ain't even in my bag, I'm bagging up in my sleep
If you want delivery, homie, you know there's a fee
G, I'm biking in the rain, got 50's up my sleeve
I'm just looking for some change in my pocket, in my life I want peace
I'ma get it guaranteed
I been working through the night
If I pick up the phone, just tell me what you need
Catch the Intercity, busy going OT
Know they want me, but I can't depend on nobody
Can't tell me what to do
South side youngin, you know how we move
Yo, we learn, we don't lose
Big up, ANV, I got something to prove
24 grams in my backpack, shawty
Only motherfucker that still hustle at a party
Got a couple keys, but my whip start with a button
Told my brother, "Hold it down," all this shit ain't all for nothing
Listen
Lately, I been keeping low, keep on the safety
Smoking out the window, got no keys to the Mercedes
If I want him dead, I make a call, no need for waiting
All my dawgs connected, motherfucker call me Hades
Talking in her ear, she getting wet like it been raining
She don't ever spit, I must admit, I love a lady
I'm married to the money, you look like you barely dating
Mango in my blunt, I'm getting high, I'm getting faded (yo, aye)
Self-made, can't tell me what to do
South side youngin, you know how we move
Yo, we learn, we don't lose
Big up, ANV, I got something to prove
24 grams in my backpack, shawty
Only motherfucker that still hustle at a party
Got a couple keys, but my whip start with a button
Told my brother, "Hold it down," all this shit ain't all for nothing
Listen
Lately, I been keeping low, keep on the safety
Smoking out the window, got no keys to the Mercedes
If I want him dead, I make a call, no need for waiting
All my dawgs connected, motherfucker call me Hades
Talking in her ear, she getting wet like it been raining
She don't ever spit, I must admit, I love a lady
I'm married to the money, you look like you barely dating
Mango in my blunt, I'm getting high, I'm getting faded
Only motherfucker that still hustle at a party
Got a couple keys, but my whip start with a button
Told my brother, "Hold it down," all this shit ain't all for nothing
Listen
Lately, I been keeping low, keep on the safety
Smoking out the window, got no keys to the Mercedes
If I want him dead, I make a call, no need for waiting
All my dawgs connected, motherfucker call me Hades
Talking in her ear, she getting wet like it been raining
She don't ever spit, I must admit, I love a lady
I'm married to the money, you look like you barely dating
Mango in my blunt, I'm getting high, I'm getting faded
Yeah, just told my G, "Send me the deets"
I been on my own, I like to keep it low-key
Way I'm moving too clean, they ain't keeping up with me
Why they want war?
Why they wan' be enemies? (ha, ha, ha)
Oh please, everything ain't how it seem
You the type to trust a bitch, I don't believe a thing (you dummy)
Manifesting money, seeking opportunities (you got money)
I don't think about the past, 'til it catch up with me
I ain't even in my bag, I'm bagging up in my sleep
If you want delivery, homie, you know there's a fee
G, I'm biking in the rain, got 50's up my sleeve
I'm just looking for some change in my pocket, in my life I want peace
I'ma get it guaranteed
I been working through the night
If I pick up the phone, just tell me what you need
Catch the Intercity, busy going OT
Know they want me, but I can't depend on nobody
Can't tell me what to do
South side youngin, you know how we move
Yo, we learn, we don't lose
Big up, ANV, I got something to prove
24 grams in my backpack, shawty
Only motherfucker that still hustle at a party
Got a couple keys, but my whip start with a button
Told my brother, "Hold it down," all this shit ain't all for nothing
Listen
Lately, I been keeping low, keep on the safety
Smoking out the window, got no keys to the Mercedes
If I want him dead, I make a call, no need for waiting
All my dawgs connected, motherfucker call me Hades
Talking in her ear, she getting wet like it been raining
She don't ever spit, I must admit, I love a lady
I'm married to the money, you look like you barely dating
Mango in my blunt, I'm getting high, I'm getting faded (yo, aye)
Self-made, can't tell me what to do
South side youngin, you know how we move
Yo, we learn, we don't lose
Big up, ANV, I got something to prove
24 grams in my backpack, shawty
Only motherfucker that still hustle at a party
Got a couple keys, but my whip start with a button
Told my brother, "Hold it down," all this shit ain't all for nothing
Listen
Lately, I been keeping low, keep on the safety
Smoking out the window, got no keys to the Mercedes
If I want him dead, I make a call, no need for waiting
All my dawgs connected, motherfucker call me Hades
Talking in her ear, she getting wet like it been raining
She don't ever spit, I must admit, I love a lady
I'm married to the money, you look like you barely dating
Mango in my blunt, I'm getting high, I'm getting faded
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Writer(s): Checho The Kid
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