Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last hit gave him whiplash, now he callin' huddle
Shot him with a zombie tip, now his face startin' to bubble
Tracer rounds through his jaw, missin' pieces of the puzzle
Keep a couple tools on me, like I'm Rubble on the double
You just do it for the money, while I do it for the hustle
I'll be damn, huh, if you ask me, niggas really mad
I took off like it's a track meet, no distractions
One goal, I'm a athlete in all black
Ninety-five degrees, I attract heat, but it come with it
And I ain't nervous, act up if you want to, I'll start purgin
Sneak dissing me on the phone, ain't workin
You still on the block with a bag, no purpose
You a bum nigga, huh, you a joke, you gave money
When a nigga needed hope for a real nigga to be real and not choke
We had real deals, you pop pills and crash boats
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last hit gave him whiplash, got him callin' huddle
Funny how you real to a bunch of fake niggas
Told him move along, on my way to eight figures
In my own lane and I still create niggas
Tryna reintroduce yourself, fake jigga, it'll never work
Niggas know the real, shoulda took a couple weeks off from poppin' pain pills
Sober up, get your mind right, maybe you can think
Every dollar can be gone in a snap or a blink
You not invincible, it's just the principle of how you think
Niggas paved a way and still would've said Rob brinks
How I help you and moms turn around and tell on me
Nah, it's four walls, a toilet that's connected to the sink
If she shut the f*ck up, bitch, I woulda been free
Instead of six months, a nigga did a 12 by three
Niggas talk all that shit but wont address me
Niggas flash they whole kits but it don't impress me
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it
Last Hit gave him whiplash , got him callin' huddle
Now I got my own shit, throw a stone or a brick
We gon' shoot some shit up like the first through the fifth
I'm like Ron with the weed or I'm Tez at the bank
Other days, I'm KP slidin' with the drank
Make deposits, not withdrawals, that's how you make rank
Glance and go, I get pissed off when niggas don't blink
It's a toll, huh, and now pay the fee
Workin' hard just in case Anari see the blasphemy
Workin' smart just in case they take another blast at me
Play the part so all my niggas never be a casualty
Believe in God, when you die, you wanna leave a legacy
It's not a lie, humdulila protect me from the jealousy
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last, he gave him whip blast, now he callin' huddle
BITCH
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Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last hit gave him whiplash, now he callin' huddle
Shot him with a zombie tip, now his face startin' to bubble
Tracer rounds through his jaw, missin' pieces of the puzzle
Keep a couple tools on me, like I'm Rubble on the double
You just do it for the money, while I do it for the hustle
I'll be damn, huh, if you ask me, niggas really mad
I took off like it's a track meet, no distractions
One goal, I'm a athlete in all black
Ninety-five degrees, I attract heat, but it come with it
And I ain't nervous, act up if you want to, I'll start purgin
Sneak dissing me on the phone, ain't workin
You still on the block with a bag, no purpose
You a bum nigga, huh, you a joke, you gave money
When a nigga needed hope for a real nigga to be real and not choke
We had real deals, you pop pills and crash boats
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last hit gave him whiplash, got him callin' huddle
Funny how you real to a bunch of fake niggas
Told him move along, on my way to eight figures
In my own lane and I still create niggas
Tryna reintroduce yourself, fake jigga, it'll never work
Niggas know the real, shoulda took a couple weeks off from poppin' pain pills
Sober up, get your mind right, maybe you can think
Every dollar can be gone in a snap or a blink
You not invincible, it's just the principle of how you think
Niggas paved a way and still would've said Rob brinks
How I help you and moms turn around and tell on me
Nah, it's four walls, a toilet that's connected to the sink
If she shut the f*ck up, bitch, I woulda been free
Instead of six months, a nigga did a 12 by three
Niggas talk all that shit but wont address me
Niggas flash they whole kits but it don't impress me
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it
Last Hit gave him whiplash , got him callin' huddle
Now I got my own shit, throw a stone or a brick
We gon' shoot some shit up like the first through the fifth
I'm like Ron with the weed or I'm Tez at the bank
Other days, I'm KP slidin' with the drank
Make deposits, not withdrawals, that's how you make rank
Glance and go, I get pissed off when niggas don't blink
It's a toll, huh, and now pay the fee
Workin' hard just in case Anari see the blasphemy
Workin' smart just in case they take another blast at me
Play the part so all my niggas never be a casualty
Believe in God, when you die, you wanna leave a legacy
It's not a lie, humdulila protect me from the jealousy
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last, he gave him whip blast, now he callin' huddle
BITCH
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last hit gave him whiplash, now he callin' huddle
Shot him with a zombie tip, now his face startin' to bubble
Tracer rounds through his jaw, missin' pieces of the puzzle
Keep a couple tools on me, like I'm Rubble on the double
You just do it for the money, while I do it for the hustle
I'll be damn, huh, if you ask me, niggas really mad
I took off like it's a track meet, no distractions
One goal, I'm a athlete in all black
Ninety-five degrees, I attract heat, but it come with it
And I ain't nervous, act up if you want to, I'll start purgin
Sneak dissing me on the phone, ain't workin
You still on the block with a bag, no purpose
You a bum nigga, huh, you a joke, you gave money
When a nigga needed hope for a real nigga to be real and not choke
We had real deals, you pop pills and crash boats
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last hit gave him whiplash, got him callin' huddle
Funny how you real to a bunch of fake niggas
Told him move along, on my way to eight figures
In my own lane and I still create niggas
Tryna reintroduce yourself, fake jigga, it'll never work
Niggas know the real, shoulda took a couple weeks off from poppin' pain pills
Sober up, get your mind right, maybe you can think
Every dollar can be gone in a snap or a blink
You not invincible, it's just the principle of how you think
Niggas paved a way and still would've said Rob brinks
How I help you and moms turn around and tell on me
Nah, it's four walls, a toilet that's connected to the sink
If she shut the f*ck up, bitch, I woulda been free
Instead of six months, a nigga did a 12 by three
Niggas talk all that shit but wont address me
Niggas flash they whole kits but it don't impress me
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it
Last Hit gave him whiplash , got him callin' huddle
Now I got my own shit, throw a stone or a brick
We gon' shoot some shit up like the first through the fifth
I'm like Ron with the weed or I'm Tez at the bank
Other days, I'm KP slidin' with the drank
Make deposits, not withdrawals, that's how you make rank
Glance and go, I get pissed off when niggas don't blink
It's a toll, huh, and now pay the fee
Workin' hard just in case Anari see the blasphemy
Workin' smart just in case they take another blast at me
Play the part so all my niggas never be a casualty
Believe in God, when you die, you wanna leave a legacy
It's not a lie, humdulila protect me from the jealousy
Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle
Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble
You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double
Last, he gave him whip blast, now he callin' huddle
BITCH
Writer: Floyd Lynch
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid