Lyrics:

Shoutout my label thats me
I'm in this bitch with TP
I'm in this bitch with 4trey
I just poured up me a 8
Real nigga all in my face
500 racks in my safe
500 racks to the plug
What you know bout showin love
What you know bout pulling up
In bentley trucks
Make these bitches fall in love

All of my niggas on go
Nun of my niggas no hoe
All of my niggas want smoke
All of my niggas together we came from the bottom we used to wear each other clothes
Nun of my niggas gon fold
Couple pussy niggas told
They ain’t my niggas nomo
Hold it down for the 4
In the 9 with the woah’s
Ralo my dawg thats fasho
We won't fall out about shit
Specially not bout no bitch
We ain’t gone fallout bout hoes
Me and Ced get them loads
We let em go for the low
I got my hood in control
I got my left wrist on froze
I got my right wrist on froze
I got my necklace on froze
Both my ears on froze

I been gettin faded I'm sippin on maple
If she won't fuck I won't make ha
I don't like bitches with makeup
If she want titties I pay fa em
Get outta there when I wake up
I pass the ball I don't layup
I'm a bigboss I got say so
They’ll wipe you down If I say so
Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos
40's, on 40's, on 40's
I just bought me some new water

Wetter than Katrina shout out New Orleans
I made a promise my niggas gone ball
Hard in the paint change my name to John Wall
Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall
Find a new plug then we take him [?]

Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck
Hop out fresher than a mento
Lil nigga but I'm big dawg
All I gotta make is one call
Hit a nigga block, two calls
Cross a nigga up hot sauce
Ou I got em mad, my fault
Talking bout the shit that I bought

Poppin these perks I done turned to a savage
Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress
Hundred racks stuffed in the attic
Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa
These niggas play gangsta but they won't approach me
I know they'll never approach me
They know that they'll catch a bullet
I rock tha game to the fullest
I run with some real ones i don't hang with no pussies
I ain't no killer don't push me
I see how you niggas be lookin
I hope you don't think you no bully
I'm livin the life I should star in a movie
Ride in a vert with a uzi
Twelve get behind me I lose em
The tryna catch what i'm doin
They tryna guess who I'm screwin
That ain't even they business
They ain't wanna fuck with me
Now they see a nigga drippin
Now they wanna fuck with me
They can't get in touch with me
Hardly ever in the city
They just know i'm getting busy
They just know a nigga busy
I been runnin up them digits
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