Jrako
You Know That
32er
Woo)
You Know That
I ain't fakin' for you niggas, it's the real thing
I grew up around dope dealers and dope fiends
F*ck being broke, I'm tryna run it up by any means
Where was niggas at I was dirty as f*ck on 218
I've been out the way, I ain't involved if it ain't makin' cheese
Doing anything to stay afloat, I swear these niggas green
Don't beat around the bush with me, gotta say what you mean
Got my lungs filled with exotics, stomach full of lean
I don't believe all that shit you say, I think it's make-believe
Free my nigga out that f*ckin' cell, I'm sick he took the plea
It's a holiday, I heard that just freed that nigga, big Meech
Black suits and black dresses if you try gettin' on me
FB, we goin' back to back like the Miami Heat
When I ain't got no money in my pocket, it make it hard to sleep
When u coming fresh from,off the drill, gotta wash your hands with bleach
This a spaceship when you backin' in nigga you can hear it beep
I hand it to my mans and he gon' shoot, just like pistol pete
If you really tryna run it up, then come get in with me
Get at my top down in the winter so I can feel the breeze
Know I'm from Detroit, it's cold outside, so I'm keepin' my heat
Nigga, go get back for ya mans, they left his ass in the decease
Blues in my pockets, my shit crippin, got em throwin' Cs
Like I'm Skrilla I be bipping' while I'm over east
I'm with all the violence, nigga, f*ck that, promotin' peace
Purple in my wood, but my cup lookin' easter-pink
Button on the back, tap the trigger, then we flee the scene
Tori, keep askin' me questions, I'm like, what you mean
You want bread, but don't put in work, nigga, use your feet
Let the draco off, they start runnin, it's a stampede
Run the money up, I'm tryna stack this shit to God knee
I ain't fakin' for you niggas, this the real thing
I grew up around dope dealers and dope fiends
F*ck bein' broke, I'm tryna run it up, by any means
Where was niggas at I dirty as f*ck on 218
I been out the way, I ain't involved if it ain't makin' cheese
Doing anything to stay afloat, I swear these niggas green
Jrako - Stay A Float Lyrics
Jrako - Stay A Float Lyrics
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Jrako
You Know That
32er
Woo)
You Know That
I ain't fakin' for you niggas, it's the real thing
I grew up around dope dealers and dope fiends
F*ck being broke, I'm tryna run it up by any means
Where was niggas at I was dirty as f*ck on 218
I've been out the way, I ain't involved if it ain't makin' cheese
Doing anything to stay afloat, I swear these niggas green
Don't beat around the bush with me, gotta say what you mean
Got my lungs filled with exotics, stomach full of lean
I don't believe all that shit you say, I think it's make-believe
Free my nigga out that f*ckin' cell, I'm sick he took the plea
It's a holiday, I heard that just freed that nigga, big Meech
Black suits and black dresses if you try gettin' on me
FB, we goin' back to back like the Miami Heat
When I ain't got no money in my pocket, it make it hard to sleep
When u coming fresh from,off the drill, gotta wash your hands with bleach
This a spaceship when you backin' in nigga you can hear it beep
I hand it to my mans and he gon' shoot, just like pistol pete
If you really tryna run it up, then come get in with me
Get at my top down in the winter so I can feel the breeze
Know I'm from Detroit, it's cold outside, so I'm keepin' my heat
Nigga, go get back for ya mans, they left his ass in the decease
Blues in my pockets, my shit crippin, got em throwin' Cs
Like I'm Skrilla I be bipping' while I'm over east
I'm with all the violence, nigga, f*ck that, promotin' peace
Purple in my wood, but my cup lookin' easter-pink
Button on the back, tap the trigger, then we flee the scene
Tori, keep askin' me questions, I'm like, what you mean
You want bread, but don't put in work, nigga, use your feet
Let the draco off, they start runnin, it's a stampede
Run the money up, I'm tryna stack this shit to God knee
I ain't fakin' for you niggas, this the real thing
I grew up around dope dealers and dope fiends
F*ck bein' broke, I'm tryna run it up, by any means
Where was niggas at I dirty as f*ck on 218
I been out the way, I ain't involved if it ain't makin' cheese
Doing anything to stay afloat, I swear these niggas green
You Know That
32er
Woo)
You Know That
I ain't fakin' for you niggas, it's the real thing
I grew up around dope dealers and dope fiends
F*ck being broke, I'm tryna run it up by any means
Where was niggas at I was dirty as f*ck on 218
I've been out the way, I ain't involved if it ain't makin' cheese
Doing anything to stay afloat, I swear these niggas green
Don't beat around the bush with me, gotta say what you mean
Got my lungs filled with exotics, stomach full of lean
I don't believe all that shit you say, I think it's make-believe
Free my nigga out that f*ckin' cell, I'm sick he took the plea
It's a holiday, I heard that just freed that nigga, big Meech
Black suits and black dresses if you try gettin' on me
FB, we goin' back to back like the Miami Heat
When I ain't got no money in my pocket, it make it hard to sleep
When u coming fresh from,off the drill, gotta wash your hands with bleach
This a spaceship when you backin' in nigga you can hear it beep
I hand it to my mans and he gon' shoot, just like pistol pete
If you really tryna run it up, then come get in with me
Get at my top down in the winter so I can feel the breeze
Know I'm from Detroit, it's cold outside, so I'm keepin' my heat
Nigga, go get back for ya mans, they left his ass in the decease
Blues in my pockets, my shit crippin, got em throwin' Cs
Like I'm Skrilla I be bipping' while I'm over east
I'm with all the violence, nigga, f*ck that, promotin' peace
Purple in my wood, but my cup lookin' easter-pink
Button on the back, tap the trigger, then we flee the scene
Tori, keep askin' me questions, I'm like, what you mean
You want bread, but don't put in work, nigga, use your feet
Let the draco off, they start runnin, it's a stampede
Run the money up, I'm tryna stack this shit to God knee
I ain't fakin' for you niggas, this the real thing
I grew up around dope dealers and dope fiends
F*ck bein' broke, I'm tryna run it up, by any means
Where was niggas at I dirty as f*ck on 218
I been out the way, I ain't involved if it ain't makin' cheese
Doing anything to stay afloat, I swear these niggas green
Writer: Jarron Lindsey
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