Raised to trap or die like jeezy bitch I grew up with no guidance
I got yayo grams for 50 this that get rich or die tryin
I might sell some boy like titty true religions filled with dollars
Smuggle bundles in the duffle bag cop 2 chains off the profit.
Feel like boosie in that coogi wipe me down like im from cross da track
Hot boy since a juvenile I went to school wit Soulja rags
Yea I f*ck wit Pooh not Gucci artist but the one from bragg
Hit the yo like gotti hope they sign us for a money bag
Hoe I'm a real P, don't think it's sweet, just call me sugar-free
Poppin' E like EZ with this 40, ain't shit got fook from me
Nine on me like Rondo, I don't need Lil Tim to shoot for me
Note and Burr like Ying and Yang
Whisper code, we moving too discreet
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Raised to trap or die like jeezy bitch I grew up with no guidance
I got yayo grams for 50 this that get rich or die tryin
I might sell some boy like titty true religions filled with dollars
Smuggle bundles in the duffle bag cop 2 chains off the profit.
Feel like boosie in that coogi wipe me down like im from cross da track
Hot boy since a juvenile I went to school wit Soulja rags
Yea I f*ck wit Pooh not Gucci artist but the one from bragg
Hit the yo like gotti hope they sign us for a money bag
Hoe I'm a real P, don't think it's sweet, just call me sugar-free
Poppin' E like EZ with this 40, ain't shit got fook from me
Nine on me like Rondo, I don't need Lil Tim to shoot for me
Note and Burr like Ying and Yang
Whisper code, we moving too discreet
I got yayo grams for 50 this that get rich or die tryin
I might sell some boy like titty true religions filled with dollars
Smuggle bundles in the duffle bag cop 2 chains off the profit.
Feel like boosie in that coogi wipe me down like im from cross da track
Hot boy since a juvenile I went to school wit Soulja rags
Yea I f*ck wit Pooh not Gucci artist but the one from bragg
Hit the yo like gotti hope they sign us for a money bag
Hoe I'm a real P, don't think it's sweet, just call me sugar-free
Poppin' E like EZ with this 40, ain't shit got fook from me
Nine on me like Rondo, I don't need Lil Tim to shoot for me
Note and Burr like Ying and Yang
Whisper code, we moving too discreet
Writer: Christopher Wall
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