We just playin’ with ’em on this one, you heard me?
Pour some drank inside the lemonade and turn that b#tch pink
Vvs in my ring, really water like a sink
40 racks in my jeans like a n#gg# robbed a brink
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, i don’t never wanna link
Everyday i wake up and try to double up the profit
I don’t work inside a trap, i don’t got no fiends knockin’
But my bag goin’ up, ain’t no way this sh#t stoppin’
I can walk inside a nina’s, if i like it, i’ma cop it
Spend a rack on some shoes and 500 on a tee
Paid 6 for the ring, another 10 on my teeth
Give a f#ckin’ what they reppin’, 〈.?.〉
Hottest n#gg# in the hood and the hottest in the streets
f#ck double, i’ma try and go make thе money triple
Wake up and hit thе block, 〈.?.〉
Got a choppa in this b#tch, pack a punch like 〈.?.〉
Have them hitters go and fill a opp with lead like a pencil
I-i’ma sip on drank ’til my eyes go shut
Straight drop inside my cup, boy, 〈.?.〉
Got a bad bougee b#tch but i f#ck her like a sl#t
She know i’m a rare breed and these lil’ n#gg#s mutts
Quick to put a hole in one like a n#gg# playin’ put
Bring them rounds to yo’ door like i work at pizza hut
I got a glock with a dick, it’s boutta bust, you catch a nut
Walk the city with no bodyguard, i still don’t get touched
I got bloods that get it poppin’, i got crips that get it crackin’
f#ck a semi, they be ridin’ with a fully automatic
And my gang 〈.?.〉, they gon’ let them n#gg#s have it
n#gg#s jealous like a b#tch ’cause they know my money stackin’
I done balled on these n#gg#s like sam l jackson
No cap in my rap, i be really countin’ 〈.?.〉
Like a n#gg# got addicted, you can tell that i’m packin’
No standin’ ovation but this b#tch start clappin’
I’ma still crash this sh#t even though i’m off the lean
Everything i spit is dope, i done turn ’em to a fiend
Why my money so dirty but i’m ridin’ so clean?
I’m tryna go and stuff a hoe with 50 ball in my jeans
n#gg#s gangster on the net but they not what they seem
Freddy krueger, i’m a nightmare in these n#gg#s dreams
‘member i was kickin’ doors, masked up like scream
Now i got racks off the rap, b#tch, i’m really gettin’ cream
Pour some drank inside the lemonade and turn that b#tch pink
Vvs in my ring, really water like a sink
40 racks in my jeans like a n#gg# robbed a brink
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, i don’t never wanna link
Everyday i wake up and try to double up the profit
I don’t work inside a trap, i don’t got no fiends knockin’
But my bag goin’ up, ain’t no way this sh#t stoppin’
I can walk inside a nina’s, if i like it, i’ma cop it
Spend a rack on some shoes and 500 on a tee
Paid 6 for the ring, another 10 on my teeth
Give a f#ckin’ what they reppin’, 〈.?.〉
Hottest n#gg# in the hood and the hottest in the streets
f#ck double, i’ma try and go make the money triple
Wake up and hit the block, 〈.?.〉
Got a choppa in this b#tch, pack a punch like 〈.?.〉
Have them hitters go and fill a opp with lead like a pencil
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