Pricey Pt. 2
Plug them vacuum seals up turn the stoves on it's gelato in this bitch
Come on uh yeah uh
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shh huh
Don't know what they thought these niggas ain't nothin' like
Uh 10 for 17 think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap nigga ain't no fucking sightsees
I ain't really into signs but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listening to rod wave all week he ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have you wear the kites be
Took her on a ride with bill got her off them perks like I'm cosby
Rest in piece of camo kicked her out the car for all that flauging
Trapping these bags really my hobby
White squares but I ain't irish
Yerks just drop don't hit this phone if you ain't copping
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shh huh
Don't know what they thought these niggas ain't nothin' like
Uh 10 for 17 think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap nigga ain't no fucking sightsees
I ain't really into signs but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listening to rod wave all week he ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have you wear the kites be
Put that dub up nigga that ain't enough
Dig up in that pussy I ain't talking snuff
Real country nigga got it off that land
Murk a nigga feed him to the pigs don't know why he acting tough
I'm really gutta put that shit there on my mother
I'ma die to see my niggas live it's all about the extra grams
Got that from my brother
Free CT up out that can
I ain't make it yet I'm still serving hand to hand
It's 22 in the city but if I hit that country ima make an extra band
Nigga cmon
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shh huh
Don't know what they thought these niggas ain't nothin' like
Uh 10 for 17 think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap nigga ain't no fucking sightsees
I ain't really into signs but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listening to rod wave all week he ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have you wear the kites be
That shit make me feel good for real bro
You know I ain't got shit to look forward to with a release date
So every time I look out there and I see you get a w I get a w
So keep goin man
Make that shit happen
Feel me
Come on uh yeah uh
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shh huh
Don't know what they thought these niggas ain't nothin' like
Uh 10 for 17 think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap nigga ain't no fucking sightsees
I ain't really into signs but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listening to rod wave all week he ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have you wear the kites be
Took her on a ride with bill got her off them perks like I'm cosby
Rest in piece of camo kicked her out the car for all that flauging
Trapping these bags really my hobby
White squares but I ain't irish
Yerks just drop don't hit this phone if you ain't copping
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shh huh
Don't know what they thought these niggas ain't nothin' like
Uh 10 for 17 think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap nigga ain't no fucking sightsees
I ain't really into signs but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listening to rod wave all week he ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have you wear the kites be
Put that dub up nigga that ain't enough
Dig up in that pussy I ain't talking snuff
Real country nigga got it off that land
Murk a nigga feed him to the pigs don't know why he acting tough
I'm really gutta put that shit there on my mother
I'ma die to see my niggas live it's all about the extra grams
Got that from my brother
Free CT up out that can
I ain't make it yet I'm still serving hand to hand
It's 22 in the city but if I hit that country ima make an extra band
Nigga cmon
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shh huh
Don't know what they thought these niggas ain't nothin' like
Uh 10 for 17 think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap nigga ain't no fucking sightsees
I ain't really into signs but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listening to rod wave all week he ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have you wear the kites be
That shit make me feel good for real bro
You know I ain't got shit to look forward to with a release date
So every time I look out there and I see you get a w I get a w
So keep goin man
Make that shit happen
Feel me
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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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