If I go back to jail i'mma flock again
Take one of mines I'll take four of his
Remember nights I was sleeping without a matress
Dont get caught up in the trenches it get treacherous
Global tel link keep calling my phone
The homie facing ten years they won't leave em alone
For all the attempted murders robberies flockin and runnin in homes
But his lips won't move cuz keeping it strong
Told my mama one day we gon make it out the trenches
We gon make it out the trenches
Come from long nights wasn't no food up in the kitchen
Come from selling food stamps and hoppin niggaz fences
Remember back then niggaz said I was wrong
Till I jumped off the porch got it all on my own
211 robberies flockin and runnin in homes
Hut one hut two nobody home then we on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke wishin that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I don't think I'm goin back broke
Outside robbin old ladies like uh asshole
152nd and Atlantic you get thrashed on
F*ck a camera we aint tryna put no mask on
100 bands up from the chinx that we passed on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke, within that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I dont think I'm goin back broke
This F stands for Fast
And them dollar signs stand for cash
I'm prolly gettin dollars or I'm popping tags
You popping at the mouth the Glock starts popping at yo ass
Bullets lodged in his body now he prolly in the trash
I'm prolly committing robberies or flockin for the bag
Or slidin down the block I got monopoly on the gas
I been gettin broccoli since I been in the class
My teachers couldn't talk to me cuz I was too advanced
Proceeding with the Glock on me wouldn't give them boys a chance
Cuz them people wanna plot on me them bitches want my pants
I'm goin on a flockin spree better listen to ya mans
I got the chance i'mma pass for cash hit the gas Fast
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke wishin that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I don't think I'm goin back broke
Outside robbin old ladies like uh asshole
152nd and Atlantic you get thrashed on
F*ck a camera we aint tryna put no mask on
100 bands up from the chinx that we passed on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke, within that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I dont think I'm goin back broke
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If I go back to jail i'mma flock again
Take one of mines I'll take four of his
Remember nights I was sleeping without a matress
Dont get caught up in the trenches it get treacherous
Global tel link keep calling my phone
The homie facing ten years they won't leave em alone
For all the attempted murders robberies flockin and runnin in homes
But his lips won't move cuz keeping it strong
Told my mama one day we gon make it out the trenches
We gon make it out the trenches
Come from long nights wasn't no food up in the kitchen
Come from selling food stamps and hoppin niggaz fences
Remember back then niggaz said I was wrong
Till I jumped off the porch got it all on my own
211 robberies flockin and runnin in homes
Hut one hut two nobody home then we on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke wishin that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I don't think I'm goin back broke
Outside robbin old ladies like uh asshole
152nd and Atlantic you get thrashed on
F*ck a camera we aint tryna put no mask on
100 bands up from the chinx that we passed on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke, within that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I dont think I'm goin back broke
This F stands for Fast
And them dollar signs stand for cash
I'm prolly gettin dollars or I'm popping tags
You popping at the mouth the Glock starts popping at yo ass
Bullets lodged in his body now he prolly in the trash
I'm prolly committing robberies or flockin for the bag
Or slidin down the block I got monopoly on the gas
I been gettin broccoli since I been in the class
My teachers couldn't talk to me cuz I was too advanced
Proceeding with the Glock on me wouldn't give them boys a chance
Cuz them people wanna plot on me them bitches want my pants
I'm goin on a flockin spree better listen to ya mans
I got the chance i'mma pass for cash hit the gas Fast
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke wishin that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I don't think I'm goin back broke
Outside robbin old ladies like uh asshole
152nd and Atlantic you get thrashed on
F*ck a camera we aint tryna put no mask on
100 bands up from the chinx that we passed on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke, within that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I dont think I'm goin back broke
Take one of mines I'll take four of his
Remember nights I was sleeping without a matress
Dont get caught up in the trenches it get treacherous
Global tel link keep calling my phone
The homie facing ten years they won't leave em alone
For all the attempted murders robberies flockin and runnin in homes
But his lips won't move cuz keeping it strong
Told my mama one day we gon make it out the trenches
We gon make it out the trenches
Come from long nights wasn't no food up in the kitchen
Come from selling food stamps and hoppin niggaz fences
Remember back then niggaz said I was wrong
Till I jumped off the porch got it all on my own
211 robberies flockin and runnin in homes
Hut one hut two nobody home then we on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke wishin that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I don't think I'm goin back broke
Outside robbin old ladies like uh asshole
152nd and Atlantic you get thrashed on
F*ck a camera we aint tryna put no mask on
100 bands up from the chinx that we passed on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke, within that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I dont think I'm goin back broke
This F stands for Fast
And them dollar signs stand for cash
I'm prolly gettin dollars or I'm popping tags
You popping at the mouth the Glock starts popping at yo ass
Bullets lodged in his body now he prolly in the trash
I'm prolly committing robberies or flockin for the bag
Or slidin down the block I got monopoly on the gas
I been gettin broccoli since I been in the class
My teachers couldn't talk to me cuz I was too advanced
Proceeding with the Glock on me wouldn't give them boys a chance
Cuz them people wanna plot on me them bitches want my pants
I'm goin on a flockin spree better listen to ya mans
I got the chance i'mma pass for cash hit the gas Fast
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke wishin that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I don't think I'm goin back broke
Outside robbin old ladies like uh asshole
152nd and Atlantic you get thrashed on
F*ck a camera we aint tryna put no mask on
100 bands up from the chinx that we passed on
Bop for 100 now they say I'm actin funny
Like naw bitch I just got up in my bag hoe
Remember all the nights broke, within that I had hope
Since I touched 20 I dont think I'm goin back broke
Writer: Brock Goines
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid