Trappin' in da booth
Pushin' hella pack
Clutching on the glizzys
So we stay with hella ac
APs on my wrist
Stab wounds in my back
There were some suckas that jacked me in the past
Whippin' in the all black Rari (Aye)
Stay on my grind
Imma never finish last
I'll be drinkin' till I'm dead
I'm the life of the party
When the whole squad show up
You know we gettin' rowdy
Run up on us and you know we gettin' violent
One in your head and pass it to your shorty
Wanna live my best life
I'll make it till 40
I be ballin up
Copped a deal and signed with Jordan
I could never f*ck a bitch if she comin from the pack
Loyalty, what I bleed and I ain't never gonna cap
You lookin for my money
Well you gonna need a map
I'll be waitin for you there with my gun in my lap
Dropped outta school to make my f*cking dream
Now we all ballin
Got the best f*cking team
Come over here and pass me my lean
Baby talk to me nice and don't be a fein
Did this on my own
Don't waste my f*cking time
Gimme my money boy
This ain't no barter
I'll shoot you in the neck
This your final order, bitch
Final order, bitch
Started out broke now I'm cashing all these checks
Just dropped 30 for the Cuban hanging on my neck
I be drippin' so hard I be lookin' like gold
Got bad ass bitches on me after every show
916 My ride or f*ckin die
Tell us what's the move and you know we gonna slide
If shit pops off I will never ever hide
Cause I'd rather go out fighting with a bullet in my side
Ride out with the gang but we not affiliated
I do this for my family so you know we really made it
Had to do some things that I wasn't very proud of
Feds never catching me
I'm never getting locked up
Dick in your bitch's mouth
I know she really like it
Flipped her over
F*cked and I can know she never fake it
Never love a bitch
That's way to much to ask
I be sellin to much pack
You forgot about the tax bitch
Just sparked a wood
Now I'm ready for the show
Got me feelin hella good so I might hit the slopes
I always believed you just gotta have hope
Now we really popping off
Yeah we goin' round the world
Everywhere I go I gotta leave my mark
I remember chillin' up in Feickert Park
People getting locked up left and right
You can never get caught up
You gotta be smart
Steppin' in my red bottoms
You know I keep it right
Keep a hunnid bands in my pocket
So you know I keep it slight
Born broke, dyin' rich
Born broke, dyin' rich
Finne be burried with Gucci to the face, bitch
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Trappin' in da booth
Pushin' hella pack
Clutching on the glizzys
So we stay with hella ac
APs on my wrist
Stab wounds in my back
There were some suckas that jacked me in the past
Whippin' in the all black Rari (Aye)
Stay on my grind
Imma never finish last
I'll be drinkin' till I'm dead
I'm the life of the party
When the whole squad show up
You know we gettin' rowdy
Run up on us and you know we gettin' violent
One in your head and pass it to your shorty
Wanna live my best life
I'll make it till 40
I be ballin up
Copped a deal and signed with Jordan
I could never f*ck a bitch if she comin from the pack
Loyalty, what I bleed and I ain't never gonna cap
You lookin for my money
Well you gonna need a map
I'll be waitin for you there with my gun in my lap
Dropped outta school to make my f*cking dream
Now we all ballin
Got the best f*cking team
Come over here and pass me my lean
Baby talk to me nice and don't be a fein
Did this on my own
Don't waste my f*cking time
Gimme my money boy
This ain't no barter
I'll shoot you in the neck
This your final order, bitch
Final order, bitch
Started out broke now I'm cashing all these checks
Just dropped 30 for the Cuban hanging on my neck
I be drippin' so hard I be lookin' like gold
Got bad ass bitches on me after every show
916 My ride or f*ckin die
Tell us what's the move and you know we gonna slide
If shit pops off I will never ever hide
Cause I'd rather go out fighting with a bullet in my side
Ride out with the gang but we not affiliated
I do this for my family so you know we really made it
Had to do some things that I wasn't very proud of
Feds never catching me
I'm never getting locked up
Dick in your bitch's mouth
I know she really like it
Flipped her over
F*cked and I can know she never fake it
Never love a bitch
That's way to much to ask
I be sellin to much pack
You forgot about the tax bitch
Just sparked a wood
Now I'm ready for the show
Got me feelin hella good so I might hit the slopes
I always believed you just gotta have hope
Now we really popping off
Yeah we goin' round the world
Everywhere I go I gotta leave my mark
I remember chillin' up in Feickert Park
People getting locked up left and right
You can never get caught up
You gotta be smart
Steppin' in my red bottoms
You know I keep it right
Keep a hunnid bands in my pocket
So you know I keep it slight
Born broke, dyin' rich
Born broke, dyin' rich
Finne be burried with Gucci to the face, bitch
Pushin' hella pack
Clutching on the glizzys
So we stay with hella ac
APs on my wrist
Stab wounds in my back
There were some suckas that jacked me in the past
Whippin' in the all black Rari (Aye)
Stay on my grind
Imma never finish last
I'll be drinkin' till I'm dead
I'm the life of the party
When the whole squad show up
You know we gettin' rowdy
Run up on us and you know we gettin' violent
One in your head and pass it to your shorty
Wanna live my best life
I'll make it till 40
I be ballin up
Copped a deal and signed with Jordan
I could never f*ck a bitch if she comin from the pack
Loyalty, what I bleed and I ain't never gonna cap
You lookin for my money
Well you gonna need a map
I'll be waitin for you there with my gun in my lap
Dropped outta school to make my f*cking dream
Now we all ballin
Got the best f*cking team
Come over here and pass me my lean
Baby talk to me nice and don't be a fein
Did this on my own
Don't waste my f*cking time
Gimme my money boy
This ain't no barter
I'll shoot you in the neck
This your final order, bitch
Final order, bitch
Started out broke now I'm cashing all these checks
Just dropped 30 for the Cuban hanging on my neck
I be drippin' so hard I be lookin' like gold
Got bad ass bitches on me after every show
916 My ride or f*ckin die
Tell us what's the move and you know we gonna slide
If shit pops off I will never ever hide
Cause I'd rather go out fighting with a bullet in my side
Ride out with the gang but we not affiliated
I do this for my family so you know we really made it
Had to do some things that I wasn't very proud of
Feds never catching me
I'm never getting locked up
Dick in your bitch's mouth
I know she really like it
Flipped her over
F*cked and I can know she never fake it
Never love a bitch
That's way to much to ask
I be sellin to much pack
You forgot about the tax bitch
Just sparked a wood
Now I'm ready for the show
Got me feelin hella good so I might hit the slopes
I always believed you just gotta have hope
Now we really popping off
Yeah we goin' round the world
Everywhere I go I gotta leave my mark
I remember chillin' up in Feickert Park
People getting locked up left and right
You can never get caught up
You gotta be smart
Steppin' in my red bottoms
You know I keep it right
Keep a hunnid bands in my pocket
So you know I keep it slight
Born broke, dyin' rich
Born broke, dyin' rich
Finne be burried with Gucci to the face, bitch
Writer: Steven Webster
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid