Bitch i got bands like Katie we Selling crack like the 80s rns the Realist shit ever wrote so pay me
Brought out them whips like slavery Tryna go race Them in Vegas
I Know them f*ck niggas hate it i got Them Same niggas
Waiting slide on Your Block wit dem sticks we got Th Guns like the navy's
I was up bright And early i was tryna get some paper
I know times getting rough still I Can't do u no favors how
You tell Me you was trapping you ain't never Have a pager shooting just like Peja
I Can't miss it got a laser really started In the basement
I'm back on My Savage shit I learned how to Cook up A brick
I had to learn this Shit rainy Days turn up muddy den
They really Turn sunny shining Bright on these
Niggas made the Whole hood love Me selling fiens in The summer
That's Just how we Getting money
Shiit was Coming in Abundance Stack it y'all Like Paul Bunyon hide
The guns in The oven i Think the Feds coming
Tell me you love me before you go Grab ur tool before you go the Streets cold nigga
I know just keep That tool on you dogg
Tell me you love me before you go Grab ur tool before you go the Streets cold nigga
I know just keep That tool on you dogg