DP - Numbers lyrics

[Hook: Wara From The NBHD] Don't take it for granted, I hate these n***as, I hate you too And you and you can s** my dick If the plug hit my phone it's ‘cause he know I could manage Plus he's talking in Spanish I save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers My hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers Don't take it for granted, I hate these n***as, I hate you too And you and you can s** my dick If the plug hit my phone it's ‘cause he know I could manage Plus he's talking in Spanish I save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers [Verse 1: Wara From The NBHD] n***a I know tactics, I know funny faces soon as I see 'em If he the n***a snitching then I wouldn't wanna be him I don't shake hands with the rookies or middle mans Take me to the [?] and just let me know if it's costly I'm tryna push the Porsche with the shiny new exhaust things Ice out the window, don't look, might turn you to frosting I come from the ghetto with diamonds and wig-splitters And b**hes kickin' doors too, f**ing gold digger See if it ain't dollar bills, just tell 'em go figure Don't ask me how I plan on makin' it, I plan on takin' it Like the dice shooters staring at the pot Or they get into it where we tryna get a lot Street smart n***a precisely just spitting darts and Aiming at you n***as' heads, I'm shooting for the charts and Gold grilling n***as with the million dollar suits on I guess I can keep sh** n***a rich I'm taking n***as spots even if they think they hot, or lukewarm You've been warned with the answers Can't last long with the answers, my n***a [Hook: Wara From The NBHD] Don't take it for granted, I hate these n***as, I hate you too And you and you can s** my dick If the plug hit my phone it's ‘cause he know I could manage Plus he's talking in Spanish I save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers My hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers Don't take it for granted, I hate these n***as, I hate you too And you and you can s** my dick If the plug hit my phone it's ‘cause he know I could manage Plus he's talking in Spanish I save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers [Verse 2: DP] I'm from the depths of the hollows of the valley where the cops go To apprehend villains and outsiders would not go Got it from the asphalt, plug said the coke is [?] Whole ounce in my pocket, powder slipping through the plastic On those blocks them old heads started taxin' Them young n***as came back blastin', said f** the [?] sh** Trey under my mattress, ratchet had a MAC-10 Keef he had a 12 gauge, [?] had a .38 'Round the corner when Lil Cliff got blazed And ain't nobody had no f**ing answers when them cops had came A product of my environment, real violence sh** It's no lie in here, there's no alliances I cut that coke with the creatine Me and Keef boosting, half a key from a B&E Syringes and crack contraband in the living room I'm riding 'round dirty more than Arab in the inner tube You been a newb, in middle school you was huffin' glue Would've kicked me out that b**h to quote the teacher he was cuttin' loose Locker room, stick him up for his shoes IPad and his loot, wish I could say it wasn't true [Hook: Wara From The NBHD] Don't take it for granted, I hate these n***as, I hate you too And you and you can s** my dick If the plug hit my phone it's ‘cause he know I could manage Plus he's talking in Spanish I save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers My hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers Don't take it for granted, I hate these n***as, I hate you too And you and you can s** my dick If the plug hit my phone it's ‘cause he know I could manage Plus he's talking in Spanish I save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers [Verse 3: DP] I'm tryna multiply my wages but, n***as tryin' my patience Asking me for f**ing features with no intentions on paying 'em I'm paying n***as in bullets the size of a f**ing dreidel Morph your brains to baklava, face into a bagel Been deviant since a new born baby At eight months I was teething on the handle of a MAC-10 in the cradle No debatin', been wreaking havoc since the age of eight Got Satan praying that I don't fall to Heaven's basement I come up in that b**h with the scalpel, give his a** a face lift You must be mistaken if you thinkin' this year ain't mine for the takin' Should've been mine last year, apologies for my lateness I've been in the basement trainin', now I'm 99 all [?] rated Most these rappers is synonym of an*s I spit venom in the veins of foes till they eyes dilated, and they heart stop or Blows like Blanca knock your granny out the rocker, n***a