He gave me the shot and I scored it
Just give me a mic I record it
The piff coming right from the country But the soft is imported
I got the bills and they're sorted
You don't want smoke can't afford it
Listen to me when I give u free game you know it's important
If they come short then you short it
If the nip hot then abort it
One thing imma say as a favour hop out the game if u snort it
But If u do that's ok tho
But If you do then just say so
He can give it to u like that Or I can turn it to play dough
Maybe Feeling like Fredo
Or maybe feelin like tray tho
Not from Atlanta but when I was young I had a hawk in the day tho
Turned into a rev and a k tho
You'd laugh if I said what I payed tho
Went around picking up money from buckets just take a what it made tho
Just take a look at look what it came to
Eye on the ball like babe Ruth
I'm playing like it's game 7 and it not even game 2
Take a look what the game do
I'm in the field with insane dudes
Same hole for taking a shit same hole that they shovin the Caine through
Couple a hoes running trains through
Couple of guys and their main crews
They don't got money but they got the Jewells I guess that's just what the chain do
Guns work I don't know if they brain do
Guns kill don't know if the pain do
Just a couple clicks on my phone 5 min he'll come re arrange you
The shit I'm sipping is cognac
Ot in a tinted out Pontiac
I'm up all night chasin the bread getting No sleep an insomniac
Straight to his heart like it's cardiac
I'm with the gang where the party at
I'm in this bitch bout to set this shit off someone tell me where cardi at
Yo bitch on me she a fan
Cook it up in a pot not a pan
This quads coming out of a zip loc na it don't come out of a can
I re up I do it again
Im past her I'm onto her friend
Jumping straight out of the beater then I hop into a Benz
Looking at u through the lens
Looking at u through the scope
Kife work was going around I came in the shit gave them hope
I'm rolling up piff help me cope
I got the game on a choke
I kept leveling up then you know I got the game on a rope
I got the game on a string
Married the game got a ring
They tryna flex cause they got shot nah that was never a thing
Nah that was Never a flex
More work but never a rest
He saying his killers gorillas But I got some shit that'll bang on his chest
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He gave me the shot and I scored it
Just give me a mic I record it
The piff coming right from the country But the soft is imported
I got the bills and they're sorted
You don't want smoke can't afford it
Listen to me when I give u free game you know it's important
If they come short then you short it
If the nip hot then abort it
One thing imma say as a favour hop out the game if u snort it
But If u do that's ok tho
But If you do then just say so
He can give it to u like that Or I can turn it to play dough
Maybe Feeling like Fredo
Or maybe feelin like tray tho
Not from Atlanta but when I was young I had a hawk in the day tho
Turned into a rev and a k tho
You'd laugh if I said what I payed tho
Went around picking up money from buckets just take a what it made tho
Just take a look at look what it came to
Eye on the ball like babe Ruth
I'm playing like it's game 7 and it not even game 2
Take a look what the game do
I'm in the field with insane dudes
Same hole for taking a shit same hole that they shovin the Caine through
Couple a hoes running trains through
Couple of guys and their main crews
They don't got money but they got the Jewells I guess that's just what the chain do
Guns work I don't know if they brain do
Guns kill don't know if the pain do
Just a couple clicks on my phone 5 min he'll come re arrange you
The shit I'm sipping is cognac
Ot in a tinted out Pontiac
I'm up all night chasin the bread getting No sleep an insomniac
Straight to his heart like it's cardiac
I'm with the gang where the party at
I'm in this bitch bout to set this shit off someone tell me where cardi at
Yo bitch on me she a fan
Cook it up in a pot not a pan
This quads coming out of a zip loc na it don't come out of a can
I re up I do it again
Im past her I'm onto her friend
Jumping straight out of the beater then I hop into a Benz
Looking at u through the lens
Looking at u through the scope
Kife work was going around I came in the shit gave them hope
I'm rolling up piff help me cope
I got the game on a choke
I kept leveling up then you know I got the game on a rope
I got the game on a string
Married the game got a ring
They tryna flex cause they got shot nah that was never a thing
Nah that was Never a flex
More work but never a rest
He saying his killers gorillas But I got some shit that'll bang on his chest
Just give me a mic I record it
The piff coming right from the country But the soft is imported
I got the bills and they're sorted
You don't want smoke can't afford it
Listen to me when I give u free game you know it's important
If they come short then you short it
If the nip hot then abort it
One thing imma say as a favour hop out the game if u snort it
But If u do that's ok tho
But If you do then just say so
He can give it to u like that Or I can turn it to play dough
Maybe Feeling like Fredo
Or maybe feelin like tray tho
Not from Atlanta but when I was young I had a hawk in the day tho
Turned into a rev and a k tho
You'd laugh if I said what I payed tho
Went around picking up money from buckets just take a what it made tho
Just take a look at look what it came to
Eye on the ball like babe Ruth
I'm playing like it's game 7 and it not even game 2
Take a look what the game do
I'm in the field with insane dudes
Same hole for taking a shit same hole that they shovin the Caine through
Couple a hoes running trains through
Couple of guys and their main crews
They don't got money but they got the Jewells I guess that's just what the chain do
Guns work I don't know if they brain do
Guns kill don't know if the pain do
Just a couple clicks on my phone 5 min he'll come re arrange you
The shit I'm sipping is cognac
Ot in a tinted out Pontiac
I'm up all night chasin the bread getting No sleep an insomniac
Straight to his heart like it's cardiac
I'm with the gang where the party at
I'm in this bitch bout to set this shit off someone tell me where cardi at
Yo bitch on me she a fan
Cook it up in a pot not a pan
This quads coming out of a zip loc na it don't come out of a can
I re up I do it again
Im past her I'm onto her friend
Jumping straight out of the beater then I hop into a Benz
Looking at u through the lens
Looking at u through the scope
Kife work was going around I came in the shit gave them hope
I'm rolling up piff help me cope
I got the game on a choke
I kept leveling up then you know I got the game on a rope
I got the game on a string
Married the game got a ring
They tryna flex cause they got shot nah that was never a thing
Nah that was Never a flex
More work but never a rest
He saying his killers gorillas But I got some shit that'll bang on his chest
Writer: bav thav
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