[Intro]
BB on the beat
Sosa on the beat
[Verse 1]
Bank rolls I can see my future full of bank rolls
CSG the gang yeah we use to rock the same clothes
Pulled up on the same hoes
One up I got aim hoe
Rubber keep that thing close
Hold up it's the gang show
I just hit a lick now he screaming where ma chain go
Counter full of bricks
f** the law I can't go Django
All my n***as strapped
They like what you need a bang for
Rolled in by a strap got it beaming through his peephole
Solo got the Mack I just bought my desert eagle
Ever since a young man ma flow sh** been illegal
All up in ma business put some lotion on em knees hoe
[?] by the ocean got her watching where the weed grow
Choking while I'm smoking
Ride fast like a speed boat
Focus why you loping n***a
Where the f** your team go
Left ma old b**h shawty kept her self esteem low
Slow on yellow but on green
I swear my whole team go
I just need a shawty with a dream and a mean flow
Free all of my n***as out them chains and them jean coat
Chucky b**h you know I do my thing when I'm single
Shout out show my shawty got a job to put her jeans on
I make all my dope white on the streets I see them phines on
Book me for a show I let you know my whole team going
Shawty looking for a track I did for her the single
I need me a shawty and a [?] to put a ring on
b**hes thinking cause a n***a rap I make it rain on em
Ay ay, solo rapping n***a
Wa did do fool, look
[Verse 2]
When the feds try and bag us
We ain't matching n***as names
f** that twitter beef we go start snatching n***as chains
They selling wet work like they trapping in the rain
If you ain't plugged there
Then they taxing for them things
Still I get half for half
I'm a smoker not a shooter
But don't get this rap sh** twisted
You want smoke then I'ma shoot ya
Head shots how I'ma do ya
My men they bout that action
They don't give a f** about beefing
Damn sure don't give no f**s bout rapping
They ain't frapping they just clapping
Can't even keep em cool
My n***a Ty be lurking he be geeked to pull a move
And that move might be you looking sweet as bu*ter
Might have been my man before
But I'm a [?] mother f**er
But my good man still my good man
Won't change on em for nothing
Ain't beefin over b**hes we just beef when n***as bluffin
Ain't no calling truce or squashing sh**
No type of discussion we just pulling up on n***as
Hopping out and give the [?]
n***as running and ducking they tryna dodge this chopper
My money spend on lawyers
They money spend on doctors
When I get rich ima leave the streets for something proper
But sh**, up until then it's anything to get a dollar
Dollar dollar dollar