I get in my jam and the perc weigh me down
I get in my jam and the perc weigh me down
I get in the jam and the perc weigh me down
He say he get money, aint selling no pounds
Niggas want beef but we got lots of rounds
He send the addy we breaking him down
One man move and I'm bracing him now
Keep a AK got the Drac in the lounge
Spent the bands on a chain and I'm bussing 'em now
3k to my hitter he flushing him down
Pour a four of the wock and I'm flooding the town
I post on that block aint no rushing my town
Go the drop on the opp and Im rushing him now
FlyShitOnly never touch the ground
Niggas try backdoor, only got a pound
Call Fat Boog and he gunning him down
I keep me a drum I got 100s around
I'm calling the plug tell him send me some pounds
That bitch broke my heart so I had to call Deja
Dont tell me you love me then try to replace me
Ride with sticks in the car, why niggas trying race me
Rolling OG Biscotti can't roll it in papers
That bitch broke my heart so I had to erase her
They tried to contain me but everything major
I stay on my grind cause I'm all 'bout my paper
They asking for hand outs, can't handle the favor
We got all types of pressure got 31 flavors
I ball in the gym I ain't talking no Laker
Pour the wock in the Fiji my man said I waste it
Beamer X6 it's too fast you can't race it
12 get behind me they keep trying chase me
Big ass Balenci's the bitches going chase me
I'm running it up and I'm chasing the money
Trap jam all week it's Monday thru Sunday
I get in the jam and the perc weigh me down
He say he get money, aint selling no pounds
Niggas want beef but we got lots of rounds
He send the addy we breaking him down
One man move and I'm bracing him now
Keep a AK got the Drac in the lounge
Spent the bands on a chain and I'm bussing 'em now
3k to my hitter he flushing him down
Pour a four of the Wock and I'm flooding the town
I post on that block aint no rushing my town
Go the drop on the opp and I'm rushing him now
FlyShitOnly never touch the ground
Niggas try backdoor, only got a pound
Call Fat Boog and he gunning him down
I keep me a drum I got 100s around
I'm calling the plug tell him send me some pounds
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I get in my jam and the perc weigh me down
I get in my jam and the perc weigh me down
I get in the jam and the perc weigh me down
He say he get money, aint selling no pounds
Niggas want beef but we got lots of rounds
He send the addy we breaking him down
One man move and I'm bracing him now
Keep a AK got the Drac in the lounge
Spent the bands on a chain and I'm bussing 'em now
3k to my hitter he flushing him down
Pour a four of the wock and I'm flooding the town
I post on that block aint no rushing my town
Go the drop on the opp and Im rushing him now
FlyShitOnly never touch the ground
Niggas try backdoor, only got a pound
Call Fat Boog and he gunning him down
I keep me a drum I got 100s around
I'm calling the plug tell him send me some pounds
That bitch broke my heart so I had to call Deja
Dont tell me you love me then try to replace me
Ride with sticks in the car, why niggas trying race me
Rolling OG Biscotti can't roll it in papers
That bitch broke my heart so I had to erase her
They tried to contain me but everything major
I stay on my grind cause I'm all 'bout my paper
They asking for hand outs, can't handle the favor
We got all types of pressure got 31 flavors
I ball in the gym I ain't talking no Laker
Pour the wock in the Fiji my man said I waste it
Beamer X6 it's too fast you can't race it
12 get behind me they keep trying chase me
Big ass Balenci's the bitches going chase me
I'm running it up and I'm chasing the money
Trap jam all week it's Monday thru Sunday
I get in the jam and the perc weigh me down
He say he get money, aint selling no pounds
Niggas want beef but we got lots of rounds
He send the addy we breaking him down
One man move and I'm bracing him now
Keep a AK got the Drac in the lounge
Spent the bands on a chain and I'm bussing 'em now
3k to my hitter he flushing him down
Pour a four of the Wock and I'm flooding the town
I post on that block aint no rushing my town
Go the drop on the opp and I'm rushing him now
FlyShitOnly never touch the ground
Niggas try backdoor, only got a pound
Call Fat Boog and he gunning him down
I keep me a drum I got 100s around
I'm calling the plug tell him send me some pounds
I get in my jam and the perc weigh me down
I get in the jam and the perc weigh me down
He say he get money, aint selling no pounds
Niggas want beef but we got lots of rounds
He send the addy we breaking him down
One man move and I'm bracing him now
Keep a AK got the Drac in the lounge
Spent the bands on a chain and I'm bussing 'em now
3k to my hitter he flushing him down
Pour a four of the wock and I'm flooding the town
I post on that block aint no rushing my town
Go the drop on the opp and Im rushing him now
FlyShitOnly never touch the ground
Niggas try backdoor, only got a pound
Call Fat Boog and he gunning him down
I keep me a drum I got 100s around
I'm calling the plug tell him send me some pounds
That bitch broke my heart so I had to call Deja
Dont tell me you love me then try to replace me
Ride with sticks in the car, why niggas trying race me
Rolling OG Biscotti can't roll it in papers
That bitch broke my heart so I had to erase her
They tried to contain me but everything major
I stay on my grind cause I'm all 'bout my paper
They asking for hand outs, can't handle the favor
We got all types of pressure got 31 flavors
I ball in the gym I ain't talking no Laker
Pour the wock in the Fiji my man said I waste it
Beamer X6 it's too fast you can't race it
12 get behind me they keep trying chase me
Big ass Balenci's the bitches going chase me
I'm running it up and I'm chasing the money
Trap jam all week it's Monday thru Sunday
I get in the jam and the perc weigh me down
He say he get money, aint selling no pounds
Niggas want beef but we got lots of rounds
He send the addy we breaking him down
One man move and I'm bracing him now
Keep a AK got the Drac in the lounge
Spent the bands on a chain and I'm bussing 'em now
3k to my hitter he flushing him down
Pour a four of the Wock and I'm flooding the town
I post on that block aint no rushing my town
Go the drop on the opp and I'm rushing him now
FlyShitOnly never touch the ground
Niggas try backdoor, only got a pound
Call Fat Boog and he gunning him down
I keep me a drum I got 100s around
I'm calling the plug tell him send me some pounds
Writer: Tyree Richardson
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