870
Where I'm from
Even young niggas
Walking round wit a bum
Only place to make gold
Out a motherf*cking crumb
But Never leave the house
Without ya motherf*cking gun
Now it's time
To kick the door down
Get straight on the floor now
Let these niggas know
Arkansas here for the dough now
Flying bitches
In and outta state
Been having hoes nah
Let these niggas know
Now
This how this shit go
Down
Had to take break
Went and jump straight to some cake
I been getting full
Pockets gaining to much weight
Thought I had
A bitch
That was down
She was fake
Had to jump back in ways
F*cked her friends
Now we straight
Flipping bitvhes
Like a all star combo
At the Waffle House
Momma told me
While you out here
Trapping
Gotta watch the mice
Stay out of the way
Get ya cake
Don't serve at ya house
And if a nigga play
Blow his ass like
He dynamite
Kuz I didn't come
To fight
The way these diamonds
Hit line iron mike
I just copped a pint
Straight from p
Now remix the sprite
I know
You smell the purp
When I pee
This shit out of site
I know you smell the gas
This shit reak
Backwood hit so right
Freaky lil slut
Say She wanna be bitvh
But I'm not here for cuffing
Not a cop and I won't switvh
Had to up my standards
Like a gas to a brick
So if you do the squad
Guarantee that I won't snitch
Had to down my circle
Niggas hoes
They getting fake
Money is the only motive
Been to focused on the cake
Swear I need it everyday
Like it's my f*cking birthday
Got to count it
We on go
All gas ain't got a brake
Need a backwood
Every morning
Like my ass drug addict
Take a perc and drop a 4
I'm out my body
Off the planet
Never trust a hoe
That bitvh gone go
Long as u got a Grammy
Way before that zanny
Yo lil down bitvh
Came out her panties
Ain't Here for that capping
Not a fraud
This is no facade
Squad business
We been going hard
Flexing foreign cars
Had to get it
We been doing
This shit
Since a young nigga
2011
Had balenci
You can check the ticket
Never with that
Tricking
You can miss me
Bitvh pay me to visit
Now I put in time
I cant waste
Rollie check the ticket
Put a price
Up on yo head
Owe shit
His cap is missing
Turn that boy shit
To a SnapBack
Thought he had a fitted
Took a bad bitvh
Out to luncheon
Know we brought
Gas go the function
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870
Where I'm from
Even young niggas
Walking round wit a bum
Only place to make gold
Out a motherf*cking crumb
But Never leave the house
Without ya motherf*cking gun
Now it's time
To kick the door down
Get straight on the floor now
Let these niggas know
Arkansas here for the dough now
Flying bitches
In and outta state
Been having hoes nah
Let these niggas know
Now
This how this shit go
Down
Had to take break
Went and jump straight to some cake
I been getting full
Pockets gaining to much weight
Thought I had
A bitch
That was down
She was fake
Had to jump back in ways
F*cked her friends
Now we straight
Flipping bitvhes
Like a all star combo
At the Waffle House
Momma told me
While you out here
Trapping
Gotta watch the mice
Stay out of the way
Get ya cake
Don't serve at ya house
And if a nigga play
Blow his ass like
He dynamite
Kuz I didn't come
To fight
The way these diamonds
Hit line iron mike
I just copped a pint
Straight from p
Now remix the sprite
I know
You smell the purp
When I pee
This shit out of site
I know you smell the gas
This shit reak
Backwood hit so right
Freaky lil slut
Say She wanna be bitvh
But I'm not here for cuffing
Not a cop and I won't switvh
Had to up my standards
Like a gas to a brick
So if you do the squad
Guarantee that I won't snitch
Had to down my circle
Niggas hoes
They getting fake
Money is the only motive
Been to focused on the cake
Swear I need it everyday
Like it's my f*cking birthday
Got to count it
We on go
All gas ain't got a brake
Need a backwood
Every morning
Like my ass drug addict
Take a perc and drop a 4
I'm out my body
Off the planet
Never trust a hoe
That bitvh gone go
Long as u got a Grammy
Way before that zanny
Yo lil down bitvh
Came out her panties
Ain't Here for that capping
Not a fraud
This is no facade
Squad business
We been going hard
Flexing foreign cars
Had to get it
We been doing
This shit
Since a young nigga
2011
Had balenci
You can check the ticket
Never with that
Tricking
You can miss me
Bitvh pay me to visit
Now I put in time
I cant waste
Rollie check the ticket
Put a price
Up on yo head
Owe shit
His cap is missing
Turn that boy shit
To a SnapBack
Thought he had a fitted
Took a bad bitvh
Out to luncheon
Know we brought
Gas go the function
Where I'm from
Even young niggas
Walking round wit a bum
Only place to make gold
Out a motherf*cking crumb
But Never leave the house
Without ya motherf*cking gun
Now it's time
To kick the door down
Get straight on the floor now
Let these niggas know
Arkansas here for the dough now
Flying bitches
In and outta state
Been having hoes nah
Let these niggas know
Now
This how this shit go
Down
Had to take break
Went and jump straight to some cake
I been getting full
Pockets gaining to much weight
Thought I had
A bitch
That was down
She was fake
Had to jump back in ways
F*cked her friends
Now we straight
Flipping bitvhes
Like a all star combo
At the Waffle House
Momma told me
While you out here
Trapping
Gotta watch the mice
Stay out of the way
Get ya cake
Don't serve at ya house
And if a nigga play
Blow his ass like
He dynamite
Kuz I didn't come
To fight
The way these diamonds
Hit line iron mike
I just copped a pint
Straight from p
Now remix the sprite
I know
You smell the purp
When I pee
This shit out of site
I know you smell the gas
This shit reak
Backwood hit so right
Freaky lil slut
Say She wanna be bitvh
But I'm not here for cuffing
Not a cop and I won't switvh
Had to up my standards
Like a gas to a brick
So if you do the squad
Guarantee that I won't snitch
Had to down my circle
Niggas hoes
They getting fake
Money is the only motive
Been to focused on the cake
Swear I need it everyday
Like it's my f*cking birthday
Got to count it
We on go
All gas ain't got a brake
Need a backwood
Every morning
Like my ass drug addict
Take a perc and drop a 4
I'm out my body
Off the planet
Never trust a hoe
That bitvh gone go
Long as u got a Grammy
Way before that zanny
Yo lil down bitvh
Came out her panties
Ain't Here for that capping
Not a fraud
This is no facade
Squad business
We been going hard
Flexing foreign cars
Had to get it
We been doing
This shit
Since a young nigga
2011
Had balenci
You can check the ticket
Never with that
Tricking
You can miss me
Bitvh pay me to visit
Now I put in time
I cant waste
Rollie check the ticket
Put a price
Up on yo head
Owe shit
His cap is missing
Turn that boy shit
To a SnapBack
Thought he had a fitted
Took a bad bitvh
Out to luncheon
Know we brought
Gas go the function
Writer: Big Drizzy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid