580 Benz (feat. HollywoodSos) - Prison Tapes

You have a prepaid call from: Tory
Yeah, yeah
I get in the booth, and I spit poetry
Ain't no hotter flow as me, all gas on free
580 Benz just so I can spin, yeah
Plain Glocks and AKs, switches just a trend to us
Ridin' 'round Cullinan, she say she don't fuck wit' rappers
Pass her to my bruddanem, let 'em introduce theyself Like
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-um" fuck it, get a drum or sumn
Teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton
I been eatin' all this bread, I gotta feed the steppers some
Smokin' like I got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn
Black caught a bullet to his cap, well, she had a extra one
Call my phone when I was fuckin' Tati in the restaurant
Niggas shot, but I can't sleep until I shoot the rest of 'em
Hitters, they can't eat until they turn 'em to a vegetable
Layin' in Jamaica, Montego, eatin' festival
I'm white boy wasted when you see me at the festival
Two nines, seventeen shots, call him two times
Hurt to see a nigga tell a true lie
I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies
Ain't no wakin' back up in no gulag, real
My haters doin' voodoo; look what I brought the crew through
Dirty AF1s, I used to have to lace the loop through
My baby mama thuggin', she even slided in her two-two
When we was ridin' out like that, I must've had a screw loose
Syrup sandwiches, eatin' rice with the ketchup
Put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin'
You ever worried about yo' dollar more
Than you worried about yo' health?
You ever worried about yo' partner more
Than you worried about yourself?
I swear, uh, these niggas dangerous, huh
But they ain't gon' play wit' us
Show 'em million dollar faces, yeah
Shit, my attorney looks amazin', yeah
We don't take no pills
But shit been feelin' like The Matrix, for real
It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside, and a nigga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Rollin' with the family, I said, "Motherfuck the homies"
Meanin' I can't hang around if you don't really know me
And I ain't givin' info out for questions on the brodie
"Hit me on the Jacksons, get yo' money" what he told me
On the road, I had to learn to handle my emotions
Never greedy, pass it to a nigga if he open
Had to put that work in, nothin' ever came from hopin'
Don't tell me that you down for me, I prefer if you show it
We done switchin' lanes and then, we hopped out on the new ride
My nigga told me bird's the only bird he ever flew out
And he down to up it ain't a problem to pull a tool out
It hurt him when it rains, but that's just wounds from the shootouts
It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside, and a nigga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away