(Ooh, sh#t, that’s a Danny G beat)
What’d you say you had?
Oh
You say you had a whole brick, I’m tryna buy it now
Just found a way to get rich, I’m finna try it out
Four K’s, Glock with a switch when we ride out
My n#gg# in the county for attempt, he finna ride out
I was beefing with some n#gg#s, but they dyin’ out
You n#gg#s wearing lab diamonds, let me find out
Heard dog just dropped a new tape, what he lyin’ ’bout?
Got a hundred fifty cash on your head, you better hide out
This is not a Rolex, baby, this an Audemars
One day, I woke up, called my bank, and went and bought a car
f#ck with me and you can get bricks, Amar’e Stoudemire
This an OxyContin 30, this is not a bar
.308, so much kick, I just shot a star
You ridin’ in a V6 engine, that is not a car
Hit me up if you find a city where they buyin’ tar
n#gg# said somе slick sh#t and I broke his jaw
Sixty months in the feds ‘causе I broke the law
P-Rock got a pint and a ten, I want it all
I’ll never sell dope again, I just wanna ball
I’m finna middleman a gram, I just want a ball
Hit a n#gg# with an F&N, blew his shoulder off
I just sold an E-way, it was soda ball
Came around Peezy in ’19, I missed Soda Ball
Thirty pointers in the AP, tryna show it off
Put the play down on dog in the store, bro throw him off
OxyContin, OCs, opiates, I sold it all
Stupid n#gg# better use his head ‘fore I blow it off
I hate a school b#tch always acting like she know it all
If we stack the twenty dollar bills up, they probably shoulder tall
Pop up at my ex b#tch house, I ain’t wanna call
Probably ain’t no Wockhardt around the city ’cause I drunk it all
I was born in 5th ward, but I’m a fed baby
At eighteen, me and C was grinding, drinking red maybe
p#ss# wasn’t really ’bout sh#t, but the head crazy
Bro just broke a ‘bow down, he on his tenth eighthy
What, you wanna own a house or somethin’? Ain’t no rent, baby
I’ll go and buy another watch tomorrow ’cause I’m rich, baby
If you wanted twenty-five for the pint, it was Trish maybe
I just poured a big-ass cup of Wock’, I’m gon’ sip eighty
Pop a Perc’ and take a honey pack, I feel like Big Baby
Four pockets full, nine chains on, you think I’m with Baby
Dog had to take the car back ’cause his b#tch made him
Fed bond was twenty-five racks, but my b#tch paid it
Finna go and get fresh, I’m on Big Beaver
Why every time you up a hundred racks, you with six people?
Black on black Glock 19, but the clip see-through
Told my grown b#tch to pray for me, but the b#tch Hebrew (Ooh, sh#t, that’s a Danny G beat)
You pop one, we take one, we gon’ get equal
If you e—
If you ever seen Da Yung OG on Fenkell, I was with Skeechy
But I’ma sh#t talk the whole beat ’cause this sh#t easy
This a second brick charge, how he beat that?
The lil’ b#tch fell in love, why I eat that?
Ghetto Boyz, walk in Interscope like, “Where my seat at?”
You said you made a hundred racks, I don’t believe that
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