I run it up in brand new Balency, thumb through these 100s until my hand hurt
I'm pourin a pint I feel like an addict, I been through it all I feel like a savage
These niggaz be jackin keep the automatic, keep thinkin its sweet boy I'm gonna let you have it (Ooweeee!)
I still remember my first case I was hiding pt's in the attic
Blew a rack on these Balmain jeans, drinkin this Akorn clean
I'm cookin up raw for the dope fiends, in front of the store they treat me like a king
I keep the hammer on hip, he try to rob me his blood spill
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
1500 for the new shirt, 2 bands put the boy in the dirt
The glock with the dick put that boy on a shirt, if I f*ck her pussy I'm makin her squirt
Back then I was f*ckin off on True's, now I hit the Gucci store handin out blues
I pull out the whip and I got em confused, all I know is win I don't know how to lose
These niggaz they cappin but that ain't my wave, I ran it up I'm watchin em hate
Blue hundreds fallin like a parade, I used to be broke it was just yesterday
New whip pull that bitch off the lot, new bitch make her f*ck on my thot
All of my mattress' filled up with the gwap, styrofoam filled with straight drop
I run it up in brand new Balency, thumb through these 100s until my hand hurt
I'm pourin a pint I feel like an addict, I been through it all I feel like a savage
These niggaz be jackin keep the automatic, keep thinkin its sweet boy I'm gonna let you have it (Ooweeee!)
I still remember my first case I was hiding pt's in the attic
Blew a rack on these Balmain jeans, drinkin this Akorn clean
I'm cookin up raw for the dope fiends, in front of the store they treat me like a king
I keep the hammer on hip, he try to rob me his blood spill
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
Marcus Latrill - After the Appeal (feat. Sauce Walka) Lyrics
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I run it up in brand new Balency, thumb through these 100s until my hand hurt
I'm pourin a pint I feel like an addict, I been through it all I feel like a savage
These niggaz be jackin keep the automatic, keep thinkin its sweet boy I'm gonna let you have it (Ooweeee!)
I still remember my first case I was hiding pt's in the attic
Blew a rack on these Balmain jeans, drinkin this Akorn clean
I'm cookin up raw for the dope fiends, in front of the store they treat me like a king
I keep the hammer on hip, he try to rob me his blood spill
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
1500 for the new shirt, 2 bands put the boy in the dirt
The glock with the dick put that boy on a shirt, if I f*ck her pussy I'm makin her squirt
Back then I was f*ckin off on True's, now I hit the Gucci store handin out blues
I pull out the whip and I got em confused, all I know is win I don't know how to lose
These niggaz they cappin but that ain't my wave, I ran it up I'm watchin em hate
Blue hundreds fallin like a parade, I used to be broke it was just yesterday
New whip pull that bitch off the lot, new bitch make her f*ck on my thot
All of my mattress' filled up with the gwap, styrofoam filled with straight drop
I run it up in brand new Balency, thumb through these 100s until my hand hurt
I'm pourin a pint I feel like an addict, I been through it all I feel like a savage
These niggaz be jackin keep the automatic, keep thinkin its sweet boy I'm gonna let you have it (Ooweeee!)
I still remember my first case I was hiding pt's in the attic
Blew a rack on these Balmain jeans, drinkin this Akorn clean
I'm cookin up raw for the dope fiends, in front of the store they treat me like a king
I keep the hammer on hip, he try to rob me his blood spill
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
I'm pourin a pint I feel like an addict, I been through it all I feel like a savage
These niggaz be jackin keep the automatic, keep thinkin its sweet boy I'm gonna let you have it (Ooweeee!)
I still remember my first case I was hiding pt's in the attic
Blew a rack on these Balmain jeans, drinkin this Akorn clean
I'm cookin up raw for the dope fiends, in front of the store they treat me like a king
I keep the hammer on hip, he try to rob me his blood spill
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
1500 for the new shirt, 2 bands put the boy in the dirt
The glock with the dick put that boy on a shirt, if I f*ck her pussy I'm makin her squirt
Back then I was f*ckin off on True's, now I hit the Gucci store handin out blues
I pull out the whip and I got em confused, all I know is win I don't know how to lose
These niggaz they cappin but that ain't my wave, I ran it up I'm watchin em hate
Blue hundreds fallin like a parade, I used to be broke it was just yesterday
New whip pull that bitch off the lot, new bitch make her f*ck on my thot
All of my mattress' filled up with the gwap, styrofoam filled with straight drop
I run it up in brand new Balency, thumb through these 100s until my hand hurt
I'm pourin a pint I feel like an addict, I been through it all I feel like a savage
These niggaz be jackin keep the automatic, keep thinkin its sweet boy I'm gonna let you have it (Ooweeee!)
I still remember my first case I was hiding pt's in the attic
Blew a rack on these Balmain jeans, drinkin this Akorn clean
I'm cookin up raw for the dope fiends, in front of the store they treat me like a king
I keep the hammer on hip, he try to rob me his blood spill
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
He try to testify my niggaz multiply they gonna catch him after the appeal
Writer: Marcus Compian
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