Ran that shit up and stayed down and stayed patient
Now them racks coming in on a daily
I stack up that money I know they gone hate it
I'm sending them bags out like Tom Brady
If I run down on that boy I ain't leaving no traces
Everyday I'm taking chances like I work at Vegas
In love with that G-lock but that bitch need a laser
Put a beam on the G-lock now it look like a saber
My pockets on Crip like they f*cking Disabled
Ain't showing no love to nobody that's dangerous
If he run up send him up like a angel
Don't play with that young nigga there that boy dangerous
I'm smoking on Skittles this ain't from Jamaica
I'm plugged on the straps like I work for a range
I pull out the strap make it sing Anita Baker
I got the trap in a choke like Kane
Real street nigga I don't need no favors
I got the money coming in layers
I got the packs coming in flavors
I sell that shit fast lil nigga I don't save it
Guala VS. GG nigga no Radric
I'm sending them bags out just like Peyton
That money coming in fast like that shit racing,
I'm sipping on Henny that shit got me faded
You can run fast but them bullets gone chase you
That shit full of lead but that shit gone erase you
Just cause you got racks that shit don't make you
You not a real nigga you don't put food on the table
I did that shit as soon as I was able
Bitch im the plug like a a motherf*ckin cable
When you got racks these bitches gone date you
Bitch I'm The One like the motherfukin Matrix
This money is old I told you its ancient
This drake from the streets it didn't come with no cases
They seeing my vision they think that I'm painting
When the bags come in that shit is amazing
I'm upping that 40 if you try to take it
Or young niggas pop out the cut like Jason
This real exotic lil nigga you can taste it
These other niggas cap on they bags they fakin
Ran that shit up and stayed down and stayed patient
Now them racks coming in on a daily
I stack up that money I know they gone hate it
I'm sending them bags out like Tom Brady
If I run down on that boy I ain't leaving no traces
Everyday I'm taking chances like I work at Vegas
In love with that G-lock but that bitch need a laser
Put a beam on the G-lock now it look like a saber
My pockets on Crip like they f*cking Disabled
Ain't showing no love to nobody that's dangerous
If he run up send him up like a angle
Don't play with that young nigga there that boy dangerous
I'm smoking on Skittles this ain't from Jamaica
I'm plugged on the straps like I work for a range
I pull out the strap make it sing Anita Baker
I got the trap in a choke like Kane
Guala & ButterMf - Kane Lyrics
Guala & ButterMf - Kane Lyrics
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English
Ran that shit up and stayed down and stayed patient
Now them racks coming in on a daily
I stack up that money I know they gone hate it
I'm sending them bags out like Tom Brady
If I run down on that boy I ain't leaving no traces
Everyday I'm taking chances like I work at Vegas
In love with that G-lock but that bitch need a laser
Put a beam on the G-lock now it look like a saber
My pockets on Crip like they f*cking Disabled
Ain't showing no love to nobody that's dangerous
If he run up send him up like a angel
Don't play with that young nigga there that boy dangerous
I'm smoking on Skittles this ain't from Jamaica
I'm plugged on the straps like I work for a range
I pull out the strap make it sing Anita Baker
I got the trap in a choke like Kane
Real street nigga I don't need no favors
I got the money coming in layers
I got the packs coming in flavors
I sell that shit fast lil nigga I don't save it
Guala VS. GG nigga no Radric
I'm sending them bags out just like Peyton
That money coming in fast like that shit racing,
I'm sipping on Henny that shit got me faded
You can run fast but them bullets gone chase you
That shit full of lead but that shit gone erase you
Just cause you got racks that shit don't make you
You not a real nigga you don't put food on the table
I did that shit as soon as I was able
Bitch im the plug like a a motherf*ckin cable
When you got racks these bitches gone date you
Bitch I'm The One like the motherfukin Matrix
This money is old I told you its ancient
This drake from the streets it didn't come with no cases
They seeing my vision they think that I'm painting
When the bags come in that shit is amazing
I'm upping that 40 if you try to take it
Or young niggas pop out the cut like Jason
This real exotic lil nigga you can taste it
These other niggas cap on they bags they fakin
Ran that shit up and stayed down and stayed patient
Now them racks coming in on a daily
I stack up that money I know they gone hate it
I'm sending them bags out like Tom Brady
If I run down on that boy I ain't leaving no traces
Everyday I'm taking chances like I work at Vegas
In love with that G-lock but that bitch need a laser
Put a beam on the G-lock now it look like a saber
My pockets on Crip like they f*cking Disabled
Ain't showing no love to nobody that's dangerous
If he run up send him up like a angle
Don't play with that young nigga there that boy dangerous
I'm smoking on Skittles this ain't from Jamaica
I'm plugged on the straps like I work for a range
I pull out the strap make it sing Anita Baker
I got the trap in a choke like Kane
Now them racks coming in on a daily
I stack up that money I know they gone hate it
I'm sending them bags out like Tom Brady
If I run down on that boy I ain't leaving no traces
Everyday I'm taking chances like I work at Vegas
In love with that G-lock but that bitch need a laser
Put a beam on the G-lock now it look like a saber
My pockets on Crip like they f*cking Disabled
Ain't showing no love to nobody that's dangerous
If he run up send him up like a angel
Don't play with that young nigga there that boy dangerous
I'm smoking on Skittles this ain't from Jamaica
I'm plugged on the straps like I work for a range
I pull out the strap make it sing Anita Baker
I got the trap in a choke like Kane
Real street nigga I don't need no favors
I got the money coming in layers
I got the packs coming in flavors
I sell that shit fast lil nigga I don't save it
Guala VS. GG nigga no Radric
I'm sending them bags out just like Peyton
That money coming in fast like that shit racing,
I'm sipping on Henny that shit got me faded
You can run fast but them bullets gone chase you
That shit full of lead but that shit gone erase you
Just cause you got racks that shit don't make you
You not a real nigga you don't put food on the table
I did that shit as soon as I was able
Bitch im the plug like a a motherf*ckin cable
When you got racks these bitches gone date you
Bitch I'm The One like the motherfukin Matrix
This money is old I told you its ancient
This drake from the streets it didn't come with no cases
They seeing my vision they think that I'm painting
When the bags come in that shit is amazing
I'm upping that 40 if you try to take it
Or young niggas pop out the cut like Jason
This real exotic lil nigga you can taste it
These other niggas cap on they bags they fakin
Ran that shit up and stayed down and stayed patient
Now them racks coming in on a daily
I stack up that money I know they gone hate it
I'm sending them bags out like Tom Brady
If I run down on that boy I ain't leaving no traces
Everyday I'm taking chances like I work at Vegas
In love with that G-lock but that bitch need a laser
Put a beam on the G-lock now it look like a saber
My pockets on Crip like they f*cking Disabled
Ain't showing no love to nobody that's dangerous
If he run up send him up like a angle
Don't play with that young nigga there that boy dangerous
I'm smoking on Skittles this ain't from Jamaica
I'm plugged on the straps like I work for a range
I pull out the strap make it sing Anita Baker
I got the trap in a choke like Kane
Writer: Daniel Drayton
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