JuneOnnaBeat - 1 Up Top Fina Drop lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, whole lotta dope, whole lotta slime n***a Whole lotta sh**, whole lotta (?) Whole lotta sh**, front and .45 (?) [Verse 1] Whole lotta money, she might think that I'm broke though Cause I be in them trenches you don't go Handkerchief rose gold n***as bleed the pebbles for real Before we bang, we was scheduled to k** Finna roll up this k** The wood still blood dipped in the slime Know your life ain't much different from mines I'm just a regular n***a Always smoking this irregular n***a Yeah, I got a fetish for chicken, I'm tryna get it Granny used to bathe me with the soap for the dishes 15, tootin blow off the dishes, this sh** wicked Had to kick a door just to feed the addiction Black people going broke tryna beat a conviction, yeah Prostitution and pimping, you know she gotta stay And her Puma flip flops getting it out today Northern Cal on my shoulders, this sh** a lot of weight The blemishes in my eyes show a lot of pain One up top, (?) catch a body gang How could you fault me for my wrongs? This was how I was raised I traveled this funky road tryna find a way Is you gon' slither for your iller if he die today I'm lord of what I love till my dying age Buck 40 soaking wet, inside the lion cage Disappointment in granny every time they raid When n***as be tryna k** you, it be hard to change Pocket (?) and I call 'em gang Another messy murder scene if I call the gang Channels 8, 408, that's a call away Youngstown, Ohio, f** with the fellows all the way Freaky twins, bet you them n***as call today I'm the only one the problem when you talking rank Southern Cal got the oil when you talking drank bu*terflying all you b**hes while I'm counting cake [Verse 2] Lil dirty black kid from around the way Going sack for sack, moving a quarter pound a day You know I'm straight when I strafe through the city Had to get it out the mud so the paper is dingy And your n***a doing time, now he say that I'm stenchy The money can't between us, it's nothing playing against me f** it, it's real n***as, we don't fold it for nothing I ain't walk a damn line and keep it cold for nothing I ain't take a field trip to the dome for nothing Promise I ain't going broke for nothing, we here now sh** bag full of guala, thought he was playing around Slap the dog sh** if you b**hes play with the count You ain't acting (?) you better stay in the house hah Better stay in the house You ain't acting (?) you better stay in the house hah Better stay in the house They want a dollar an ounce for that throwback red Jumpsuit a different color so you know that's fair Bought j**elry with the (?) on my head Seated on the edge of my bed thumbing through bands, yeah Trap booming, I be running through grams, yeah Keep it on him, he in love with the blam, yeah co*k it back till that b**h unjam, yeah Mah-mah-mah, that b**h gon' cram, yeah Now feed the fam with (?), that should be hand to hand Get it by any means, n***as understand Never let another man raise your young wife That means I love you if I f** you and I cum twice They'll never find the heater if it's tucked right Probably get away with murder if it's done right Cubicles doing numbers off the sunlight Circle smaller than the dot and I run mine One time for the one time, f** 'em all These pink 50's be crispy, I'm finna f** 'em all She got a couple sheets of paper, tell her run 'em off Real n***as is real n***as, the cover cross Before I take another loss you gon' lose something Charity in the trenches, n***a shoot something How you remember how the (?) at the (?) rubbing Pimping, knocked me for the hooker, I regroup from it Smooth thugging, (?) in the Chase account Back doing for the bag, I make it count We gon' line his a** up and we play him out Political warfare is being straightened out We done finally made it out, you should follow me I put us in a position where we can all eat If I ain't out here in the field, why you call me? I had that chop stick sounding like it's off beat Talk cheap, we them n***as that they mad at Girl they just in it for the fame, y'all can have that I filled up with trash bags, finna bag (?) She jumped off the flight and I ain't give her a bad back Gotta take it on the chin, keep it solid baby I love a real b**h, lil mama (?) Can't nobody save me, I'm from hell gang Parking lot flooded with murder, 100 shell gang