(Go crazy, AG)
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount
Soon as we f*ck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count
Niggas dissin' while they sittin' at home safe, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I'm the same lil' nigga from the bricks, free Lil' Pat
Ain't a game, I run with niggas who ain't a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a nigga told back
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
That's how they act when you famous
Back against the ropes, don't trip I have more rounds than Devin Haney
You f*ckin' everybody, ain't it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
F*ck I look like buying a ho a AP, that's a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines
Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like eighty times
Free the boys
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount
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(Go crazy, AG)
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount
Soon as we f*ck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count
Niggas dissin' while they sittin' at home safe, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I'm the same lil' nigga from the bricks, free Lil' Pat
Ain't a game, I run with niggas who ain't a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a nigga told back
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
That's how they act when you famous
Back against the ropes, don't trip I have more rounds than Devin Haney
You f*ckin' everybody, ain't it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
F*ck I look like buying a ho a AP, that's a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines
Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like eighty times
Free the boys
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount
Soon as we f*ck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count
Niggas dissin' while they sittin' at home safe, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I'm the same lil' nigga from the bricks, free Lil' Pat
Ain't a game, I run with niggas who ain't a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a nigga told back
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
That's how they act when you famous
Back against the ropes, don't trip I have more rounds than Devin Haney
You f*ckin' everybody, ain't it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
F*ck I look like buying a ho a AP, that's a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines
Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like eighty times
Free the boys
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount
Writer: Ryan Adams
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.