Remember them days on the block thinkin' what we gon' do
I need a big bag, brother, what about you
Started gettin' the drop out and I ain't talkin' bout school
We need all the J's, I ain't talkin' bout shoes
Yeah, backed up, got my act up, how you
Lac truck, all black when I slide through
Finna pull up for the order like we at a drive-thru
Why you pressed about that ho, man, these bitches been choosing
You better try to get some money like the f*ck I been doin
I woke up five o'clock and got to f*ckin' gettin' to it
Got my bitch countin' the knots while we in the Benz Cruising
Dub on me now and I'm talkin' all dubs
I'm lookin' for the best aye I'm callin' all plugs
Where the Zadi at? And I want all nugs
Got them real niggas with me, I ain't with the false love
Riding Glocky on my lap, f*ck nigga, what's hannin
And I don't know how to act, we can get this shit cracking
And I'm all about a sack, I know you heard Graham Cracker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma hit every corner like I'm playin' Pac-Man
Show up at your front door if you got my back end
Unki hit the work and it made the nigga tap dance
I'm a real gritter, I ain't nothin' like your last man
Yeah, uh-huh
I'm a real tipper, nigga, you be hittin' trash cans
Alright, four and four, shit, y'all already know how
Yeah, money on my mind and I'm talkin' all the time
Nigga had me on ten, so I f*ckin' bought a nine
A little time and a pen, cause I was out here tryin' to grind
A couple people switched up and I swear I saw the signs
If you my nigga, you my nigga, if you my bitch, you my bitch
If you broke, then you broke, if you rich, then you rich
Don't lose hope, get the dough, nigga, grit for the shit
Shout out my niggas from the motherf*ckin' trenches and shit
Yeah, roll on me, got me walkin' with a limp like a pimp
I send hot boys to check on your temp, you a shrimp
You in the club tryin' to roll up a skimp, nigga, quit
I'm a fly nigga, I take a rich nigga, bitch
All my life, yeah, you know I did real nigga shit
Ayy, I know niggas out here who'll kill for this shit
That's why I gotta stay humble
And I'm comin' for the sack, you better know you can't fumble
When I get it, I'ma flip it, nigga, watch how I tumble
Big bag of the cookie, nigga, watch how I crumble
Yeah, my shit extra loud, nigga, yours kinda mumble
Yeah
And nigga, I ain't never lyin', but I'm the king of the jungle
Yeah
And if you ever feelin' down, I got some beans that'll up you
Yeah
And if you playin' with my crown, I got some things that'll touch you
414 shit, nigga
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Remember them days on the block thinkin' what we gon' do
I need a big bag, brother, what about you
Started gettin' the drop out and I ain't talkin' bout school
We need all the J's, I ain't talkin' bout shoes
Yeah, backed up, got my act up, how you
Lac truck, all black when I slide through
Finna pull up for the order like we at a drive-thru
Why you pressed about that ho, man, these bitches been choosing
You better try to get some money like the f*ck I been doin
I woke up five o'clock and got to f*ckin' gettin' to it
Got my bitch countin' the knots while we in the Benz Cruising
Dub on me now and I'm talkin' all dubs
I'm lookin' for the best aye I'm callin' all plugs
Where the Zadi at? And I want all nugs
Got them real niggas with me, I ain't with the false love
Riding Glocky on my lap, f*ck nigga, what's hannin
And I don't know how to act, we can get this shit cracking
And I'm all about a sack, I know you heard Graham Cracker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma hit every corner like I'm playin' Pac-Man
Show up at your front door if you got my back end
Unki hit the work and it made the nigga tap dance
I'm a real gritter, I ain't nothin' like your last man
Yeah, uh-huh
I'm a real tipper, nigga, you be hittin' trash cans
Alright, four and four, shit, y'all already know how
Yeah, money on my mind and I'm talkin' all the time
Nigga had me on ten, so I f*ckin' bought a nine
A little time and a pen, cause I was out here tryin' to grind
A couple people switched up and I swear I saw the signs
If you my nigga, you my nigga, if you my bitch, you my bitch
If you broke, then you broke, if you rich, then you rich
Don't lose hope, get the dough, nigga, grit for the shit
Shout out my niggas from the motherf*ckin' trenches and shit
Yeah, roll on me, got me walkin' with a limp like a pimp
I send hot boys to check on your temp, you a shrimp
You in the club tryin' to roll up a skimp, nigga, quit
I'm a fly nigga, I take a rich nigga, bitch
All my life, yeah, you know I did real nigga shit
Ayy, I know niggas out here who'll kill for this shit
That's why I gotta stay humble
And I'm comin' for the sack, you better know you can't fumble
When I get it, I'ma flip it, nigga, watch how I tumble
Big bag of the cookie, nigga, watch how I crumble
Yeah, my shit extra loud, nigga, yours kinda mumble
Yeah
And nigga, I ain't never lyin', but I'm the king of the jungle
Yeah
And if you ever feelin' down, I got some beans that'll up you
Yeah
And if you playin' with my crown, I got some things that'll touch you
414 shit, nigga
I need a big bag, brother, what about you
Started gettin' the drop out and I ain't talkin' bout school
We need all the J's, I ain't talkin' bout shoes
Yeah, backed up, got my act up, how you
Lac truck, all black when I slide through
Finna pull up for the order like we at a drive-thru
Why you pressed about that ho, man, these bitches been choosing
You better try to get some money like the f*ck I been doin
I woke up five o'clock and got to f*ckin' gettin' to it
Got my bitch countin' the knots while we in the Benz Cruising
Dub on me now and I'm talkin' all dubs
I'm lookin' for the best aye I'm callin' all plugs
Where the Zadi at? And I want all nugs
Got them real niggas with me, I ain't with the false love
Riding Glocky on my lap, f*ck nigga, what's hannin
And I don't know how to act, we can get this shit cracking
And I'm all about a sack, I know you heard Graham Cracker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma hit every corner like I'm playin' Pac-Man
Show up at your front door if you got my back end
Unki hit the work and it made the nigga tap dance
I'm a real gritter, I ain't nothin' like your last man
Yeah, uh-huh
I'm a real tipper, nigga, you be hittin' trash cans
Alright, four and four, shit, y'all already know how
Yeah, money on my mind and I'm talkin' all the time
Nigga had me on ten, so I f*ckin' bought a nine
A little time and a pen, cause I was out here tryin' to grind
A couple people switched up and I swear I saw the signs
If you my nigga, you my nigga, if you my bitch, you my bitch
If you broke, then you broke, if you rich, then you rich
Don't lose hope, get the dough, nigga, grit for the shit
Shout out my niggas from the motherf*ckin' trenches and shit
Yeah, roll on me, got me walkin' with a limp like a pimp
I send hot boys to check on your temp, you a shrimp
You in the club tryin' to roll up a skimp, nigga, quit
I'm a fly nigga, I take a rich nigga, bitch
All my life, yeah, you know I did real nigga shit
Ayy, I know niggas out here who'll kill for this shit
That's why I gotta stay humble
And I'm comin' for the sack, you better know you can't fumble
When I get it, I'ma flip it, nigga, watch how I tumble
Big bag of the cookie, nigga, watch how I crumble
Yeah, my shit extra loud, nigga, yours kinda mumble
Yeah
And nigga, I ain't never lyin', but I'm the king of the jungle
Yeah
And if you ever feelin' down, I got some beans that'll up you
Yeah
And if you playin' with my crown, I got some things that'll touch you
414 shit, nigga
Writer: Dialo Mosely
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