VABP - Hearse lyrics

(Intro) Oh sh** man, forreal before the cops come Come on man, get this n***a out the trunk doe We got shows on and sh** man, c'mon Black! C'mon man! Hey hey let's go man We were supposed to have the car ready Stick to the plan, we'll get out this b**h I ain't goin to jail! I ain't going back in no jailhouse! (Hook) f**in' with the squad, that's gone get yo' a** murked I ain't lyin, how yo' a** layin' in the dirt? If he ain't talkin' money I don't give a f** That type of n***a, how yo' a** layin' in the hearse? x2 (Verse 1) Bang, bang, B-A-N-G Runnin' on the green, I don't need cleats All I need is money, and that's all I see Aviator Guccis, all I see is G Twenty once in that pack G, don't push to my eyes B (?) Ass living (?), you past living You lames come handle me Getting money affecting me Run yo mouth and we work the C (?) If you bump that a** in Jackson, then you know we kept the C (?) Don't f** around with that Rob B Don't make me have to ride on him I'm a smooth n***a, I'm down to ride Don't make me have to slide on him All black and I'm masked up And I ride with that Macs up I hit a n***a now stacked to his chest (?) Feel him up like Ciroc shots I'm still G and I'll never change I'm always known to stack dollars That one down, he goin' down (?) He sells flowers with that pollen (?) On the block, Black put him in a hearse Let me know if we got a problem Don't f** around, I'll leave yo' momma cryin' And you'll end up with them cops callin' (Hook) (Verse 2) Put a price on yo' head like a fitted cap Crazy young n***a with the semi packed I'm making money, I'm puttin' money, no counterfeit (?) If you making money I'll take this money, no bullsh** Call my brother super he hit that back shot (?) Or head shots, he'll take it all (?) Man yo' brain's everywhere, no cleaning up Man'll pay you caps, no I ain't no janitor (?) (Verse 3: Urboyblack) Sippin' on Corona Chillin' with my n***as Down to count them figures Down to pull them triggers Free my brother Duke R.I.P. my n***as (?) Ha ha, ridin' round and we winnin' Got yo' b**h here grinnin' Made or not, she's singing All my n***as is winnin' Count the caps, we spendin' This urboyblack And damn right I'm winnin'! (Hook) (Outro) Good sh** fellas, good sh** fellas Yeah yeah yeah, we did the motherf**in' job n***a We some real Gs Yeah that sh**, that sh** was 'aight man Get sh** done man, as always, man You almost f**ed it up, man Black dropped the dead body and sh** Man you got scared when you seen them car lights too n***a! Damn right n***a, I ain't goin' back f** it n***a, let's go get something to eat