730
Hey Quan, where you at?
Bring the money counter!
Thug, your motherfuckin hand hurt?
Money done cut a nigga hand
Count too much
I'm sorry, we don't count it we weight it
Rich Gang, Millions & Billions nigga
You digg?
These niggas ain't loyal they ridin' with royal
He play I'mma leave him on fire, boil
I'm a stunt the lil baby, yeah, spoiled
Fuck nigga cannot be blood, he might as well be royal, blue
Shoot up the coupe
Pull up in Audi's the Carbon will smoke the fuck nigga like Snoop
Bitch pass Thugga the boot, take off like a troop
Bloods are with me back in 21 gun salute
Everything come out your mouth is a fairy, no tooth
IPhones and blackberries when I pull up and serve you
I might get gangsters pull up to the set and murk too
Nine racks inside of my pockets same size as my shoes (damn)
Still got yams, ya'll got grams
I fuck ma'ams, I fuck grams
Whoa, why so harsh?
Why so dark?
I got lotsa white, Bubba Sparxxx
Know your bang royal, high as a coil (whoa)
I got lawyers, now I don't know you
Bitch I'm slime, big cupper
I drink sodas, no coke cola
730 I go 730 when I get the birdies
When narcos are turned I do not get disturbed
I go 730 even if you nerdy
I might go 730 if it's too perfect
I slime these lil bitches, slime these lil niggas
I slime em, I slime em, I slime em all
I'mma still slime your ass out if its not percocets its just tylenol
I'mma slime your ass all by myself, I do not need no help at all (I'm blood)
Bitches and niggas gonna come and gonna go and I know how to deal with ya'll
Come and enroll to the YSL school and that's where I'm the principal
I do not care if you slime for a dollar and change, its the principle
Sendin lil bitches outta the boy trap, slime him for his utensils
And bring it back
Slime, slime, slime whoa
Call up them crips and they goin' 630
Call up them bloods and they goin' 730
Call up them slimes and they goin' 730
Call up Rich Gang and they goin' 730
Call BMG and they goin' 730
Call YSL and they goin' 730
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 I go 730
Call up my crip partners, they goin' six-30
They go bix-30
Bring the money counter!
Thug, your motherfuckin hand hurt?
Money done cut a nigga hand
Count too much
I'm sorry, we don't count it we weight it
Rich Gang, Millions & Billions nigga
You digg?
These niggas ain't loyal they ridin' with royal
He play I'mma leave him on fire, boil
I'm a stunt the lil baby, yeah, spoiled
Fuck nigga cannot be blood, he might as well be royal, blue
Shoot up the coupe
Pull up in Audi's the Carbon will smoke the fuck nigga like Snoop
Bitch pass Thugga the boot, take off like a troop
Bloods are with me back in 21 gun salute
Everything come out your mouth is a fairy, no tooth
IPhones and blackberries when I pull up and serve you
I might get gangsters pull up to the set and murk too
Nine racks inside of my pockets same size as my shoes (damn)
Still got yams, ya'll got grams
I fuck ma'ams, I fuck grams
Whoa, why so harsh?
Why so dark?
I got lotsa white, Bubba Sparxxx
Know your bang royal, high as a coil (whoa)
I got lawyers, now I don't know you
Bitch I'm slime, big cupper
I drink sodas, no coke cola
730 I go 730 when I get the birdies
When narcos are turned I do not get disturbed
I go 730 even if you nerdy
I might go 730 if it's too perfect
I slime these lil bitches, slime these lil niggas
I slime em, I slime em, I slime em all
I'mma still slime your ass out if its not percocets its just tylenol
I'mma slime your ass all by myself, I do not need no help at all (I'm blood)
Bitches and niggas gonna come and gonna go and I know how to deal with ya'll
Come and enroll to the YSL school and that's where I'm the principal
I do not care if you slime for a dollar and change, its the principle
Sendin lil bitches outta the boy trap, slime him for his utensils
And bring it back
Slime, slime, slime whoa
Call up them crips and they goin' 630
Call up them bloods and they goin' 730
Call up them slimes and they goin' 730
Call up Rich Gang and they goin' 730
Call BMG and they goin' 730
Call YSL and they goin' 730
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 I go 730
Call up my crip partners, they goin' six-30
They go bix-30
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Writer(s): London Tyler Holmes, Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Arsenio Umberto Archer
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