INTRO
[Verse 1]
You ain’t never had to count a half a ticket with your bare hands
Ain’t talking bout no clothes
I asked the plug “When them shirts land?”
Fell in love with Franklins
I ain’t never been no Kirk fan
Born in them trenches
We ain’t never get a fair chance
I done sold some pounds to bros, ain’t make a profit off it
Would niggas ever do the same for me?
Nigga not at all
They don’t really wanna see you eat
They is not yo dawgs
Type niggas tryna tell you about yourself
But got a lot of flaws
He ain’t got the motion but be the main one with a lot to say
Scales said he dont fuck with that mail
Well shit I got a way
Vacuum seal them bales
It ain’t no smell we get'em by the Bay
Backseat of that Cullie’
Stop at Berri’s, need a lobster plate
Off-White 5’s $1200
Bitch these a Zap of Raw
Red key - Snatching geeks with Scales
In a Cat with Dog
Track mode, turn on launch control
Lil bitch we scratching off
Hit the percs, it’s hard for me to bust
I wanna crack it Raw
Bag smell like that Fetti
At the White House busting down a (Sniff)
OG think I’m painting in the crib
She like “Whats that scent?”
Bro Nem doing 40 for the bill
Got them niggas pissed
If the dope weak, we bring it back to life
It’s all about your wrist
Hit the Benz with the Audi truck
It’s all about the Mix
Yo shit turn a 1 to 3
Well this shit turnin 1 to 10
I done took some losses on them loads
And took it to the chin
Eastside niggas crazy with the Shirts
But really want the Fen
They want me to sign for 10 Bucks
I couldn’t believe that
Type of pape I used to go and buy my bitch Celine bags
Got cases of the Nordi
Niggas asking where the Green at
Niggas couldn’t afford the Morty
Had to bring the Green Back
Hot as hell off this perc ready to take sumn down
Stealing all these niggas juggs
That’s why they hate us now
Used to spend my last on loads and that shit ain't touch down
I love the droughts only ones having when it ain't none ‘round
Nigga
[Verse 1]
You ain’t never had to count a half a ticket with your bare hands
Ain’t talking bout no clothes
I asked the plug “When them shirts land?”
Fell in love with Franklins
I ain’t never been no Kirk fan
Born in them trenches
We ain’t never get a fair chance
I done sold some pounds to bros, ain’t make a profit off it
Would niggas ever do the same for me?
Nigga not at all
They don’t really wanna see you eat
They is not yo dawgs
Type niggas tryna tell you about yourself
But got a lot of flaws
He ain’t got the motion but be the main one with a lot to say
Scales said he dont fuck with that mail
Well shit I got a way
Vacuum seal them bales
It ain’t no smell we get'em by the Bay
Backseat of that Cullie’
Stop at Berri’s, need a lobster plate
Off-White 5’s $1200
Bitch these a Zap of Raw
Red key - Snatching geeks with Scales
In a Cat with Dog
Track mode, turn on launch control
Lil bitch we scratching off
Hit the percs, it’s hard for me to bust
I wanna crack it Raw
Bag smell like that Fetti
At the White House busting down a (Sniff)
OG think I’m painting in the crib
She like “Whats that scent?”
Bro Nem doing 40 for the bill
Got them niggas pissed
If the dope weak, we bring it back to life
It’s all about your wrist
Hit the Benz with the Audi truck
It’s all about the Mix
Yo shit turn a 1 to 3
Well this shit turnin 1 to 10
I done took some losses on them loads
And took it to the chin
Eastside niggas crazy with the Shirts
But really want the Fen
They want me to sign for 10 Bucks
I couldn’t believe that
Type of pape I used to go and buy my bitch Celine bags
Got cases of the Nordi
Niggas asking where the Green at
Niggas couldn’t afford the Morty
Had to bring the Green Back
Hot as hell off this perc ready to take sumn down
Stealing all these niggas juggs
That’s why they hate us now
Used to spend my last on loads and that shit ain't touch down
I love the droughts only ones having when it ain't none ‘round
Nigga
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