Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
Looking for me
Better bring the canines out
Trap steady booming
This shit that killed Amy Winehouse
Time out
These niggas creeping
I got the nine out
If they think that i'm sleeping they soon find out
I ball for a cause, I never needed no timeouts
No hesi when i'm toating the desi
Shoot til the times out
A boss when it comes to the sauce
Keep Blue stripes
Big drip I don't care what it cost
I don't trip
And if he think i'm slipping i'm not
I keep a grip
Blue Cheese make a hot thot
Put the spits on me
On her knees when its top notch
She don't sit on it
Giving me dreams and i'm chasing them
Like i'm running with meek
Keep my circle kinda small cant noting come in between
And if they really tryna ball i'm sending hooks like Kareem
Cause it aint nothing to get em bodied in a booth on a great night
I be moving in a ocean full of great whites
Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
I never had to ask
But never really had enough
And now i'm f*cking bitches in trips
This shit ain't adding up
Had to get the beamer
That honda just wasn't fast enough
Get the work
Bag it up
Make it flip
Just to stack up
They fear me cause they don't know the real me
Posted on the block with the chopper
These nigga's feel these
Young nigga came from the mud
I was filthy
Went from government on the label
Now its real cheese
Now im on my way to a mill
Shoutout to all my nigga's
Man they know who the real
I swear that when we make it
Get a house on the hills
Big kitchen in the back moma
Making them meals
Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
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Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
Looking for me
Better bring the canines out
Trap steady booming
This shit that killed Amy Winehouse
Time out
These niggas creeping
I got the nine out
If they think that i'm sleeping they soon find out
I ball for a cause, I never needed no timeouts
No hesi when i'm toating the desi
Shoot til the times out
A boss when it comes to the sauce
Keep Blue stripes
Big drip I don't care what it cost
I don't trip
And if he think i'm slipping i'm not
I keep a grip
Blue Cheese make a hot thot
Put the spits on me
On her knees when its top notch
She don't sit on it
Giving me dreams and i'm chasing them
Like i'm running with meek
Keep my circle kinda small cant noting come in between
And if they really tryna ball i'm sending hooks like Kareem
Cause it aint nothing to get em bodied in a booth on a great night
I be moving in a ocean full of great whites
Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
I never had to ask
But never really had enough
And now i'm f*cking bitches in trips
This shit ain't adding up
Had to get the beamer
That honda just wasn't fast enough
Get the work
Bag it up
Make it flip
Just to stack up
They fear me cause they don't know the real me
Posted on the block with the chopper
These nigga's feel these
Young nigga came from the mud
I was filthy
Went from government on the label
Now its real cheese
Now im on my way to a mill
Shoutout to all my nigga's
Man they know who the real
I swear that when we make it
Get a house on the hills
Big kitchen in the back moma
Making them meals
Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
Looking for me
Better bring the canines out
Trap steady booming
This shit that killed Amy Winehouse
Time out
These niggas creeping
I got the nine out
If they think that i'm sleeping they soon find out
I ball for a cause, I never needed no timeouts
No hesi when i'm toating the desi
Shoot til the times out
A boss when it comes to the sauce
Keep Blue stripes
Big drip I don't care what it cost
I don't trip
And if he think i'm slipping i'm not
I keep a grip
Blue Cheese make a hot thot
Put the spits on me
On her knees when its top notch
She don't sit on it
Giving me dreams and i'm chasing them
Like i'm running with meek
Keep my circle kinda small cant noting come in between
And if they really tryna ball i'm sending hooks like Kareem
Cause it aint nothing to get em bodied in a booth on a great night
I be moving in a ocean full of great whites
Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
I never had to ask
But never really had enough
And now i'm f*cking bitches in trips
This shit ain't adding up
Had to get the beamer
That honda just wasn't fast enough
Get the work
Bag it up
Make it flip
Just to stack up
They fear me cause they don't know the real me
Posted on the block with the chopper
These nigga's feel these
Young nigga came from the mud
I was filthy
Went from government on the label
Now its real cheese
Now im on my way to a mill
Shoutout to all my nigga's
Man they know who the real
I swear that when we make it
Get a house on the hills
Big kitchen in the back moma
Making them meals
Im hanging up the phone
Too busy trappin In The bando
100 shots from the hip
Like im Rambo
A Couple bands Im the man now
If you want the Grams
Then You Gotta see my mans now
Cause I been on the block
With drug dealers
And I stayed in the field with some real killers
Hard work pay off i never say shit
If u see me smiling
Im on my way to the bank bitch
Writer: steven clay
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