1 2 3 4 5
Play black card
Stay alive
Bae big bars
Take dive
When I wanna take shots
They live
Put the camera on my side
She got big tits big bride
She got big eyes she ride
If she stay by me we gonna ride
1 2 3 4
If she play with me
She a whore
If she get violent
Hit the door
If she get violent
Hit the floor
Violin till we sore
Big bands when I score
And when I checked the game on 83
Got 69 if we poor
Whatchu smokin
You made of sticks
So if you smoke with me
Grab the crucifix
And we raise a glass
To the gang we toast
Nostrovia
From the street to the coast
And when I ride around
I shout it out
Nostrovia
Nostrovia
Cause when the opps come down
We don't need a glass
If you f*ck with me
They gonna beat your ass
They gonna
We ain't never gonna last
It'll burn out
We move fast
So I need to learn now
Or get lost
Maybe take a shot now
Or get tossed
Maybe spin the block now
Im jack frost
Im no mastermind
Of the humankind
But at the top
I'll use what I find
To whoop your ass
And rewind
I don't want a reward
Because I always knew
It'd be hard
But I stuck here
I'm not filthy rich
But I'm always makin
My mom proud
I got a family
Thats on lock now
And the rap career
Is my cash cow
I keep the couch over my stash now
Reppin gold dubloons
From the compound
Didn't wanna debate it now
But its a choice
Makin your town proud
Or the ones you love
Now they up above
So the opps slid
And I crashed out
50 thousand
On me
I'm a top g
For the family
So dont f*ck with me
Or I set you free
Don't f*ck with me
Or I set you free
Don't f*ck with me
I don't even have a clue
God I really wish I knew
The things that make
All the other things
In your head stick
Like glue
On the other hand you not a broke boy
But you a bit coy
And that too
I make money rain
On your head
While your mama strippin
On me in the booth
Broke boy in my lap
Speak up or get clapped
You know I'm locked
When I slap back
And the clip is loaded in the rack
I got 83 on my back
I keep 69 for the fact
I got 83 on my back
I keep a milli on me thats a fact
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1 2 3 4 5
Play black card
Stay alive
Bae big bars
Take dive
When I wanna take shots
They live
Put the camera on my side
She got big tits big bride
She got big eyes she ride
If she stay by me we gonna ride
1 2 3 4
If she play with me
She a whore
If she get violent
Hit the door
If she get violent
Hit the floor
Violin till we sore
Big bands when I score
And when I checked the game on 83
Got 69 if we poor
Whatchu smokin
You made of sticks
So if you smoke with me
Grab the crucifix
And we raise a glass
To the gang we toast
Nostrovia
From the street to the coast
And when I ride around
I shout it out
Nostrovia
Nostrovia
Cause when the opps come down
We don't need a glass
If you f*ck with me
They gonna beat your ass
They gonna
We ain't never gonna last
It'll burn out
We move fast
So I need to learn now
Or get lost
Maybe take a shot now
Or get tossed
Maybe spin the block now
Im jack frost
Im no mastermind
Of the humankind
But at the top
I'll use what I find
To whoop your ass
And rewind
I don't want a reward
Because I always knew
It'd be hard
But I stuck here
I'm not filthy rich
But I'm always makin
My mom proud
I got a family
Thats on lock now
And the rap career
Is my cash cow
I keep the couch over my stash now
Reppin gold dubloons
From the compound
Didn't wanna debate it now
But its a choice
Makin your town proud
Or the ones you love
Now they up above
So the opps slid
And I crashed out
50 thousand
On me
I'm a top g
For the family
So dont f*ck with me
Or I set you free
Don't f*ck with me
Or I set you free
Don't f*ck with me
I don't even have a clue
God I really wish I knew
The things that make
All the other things
In your head stick
Like glue
On the other hand you not a broke boy
But you a bit coy
And that too
I make money rain
On your head
While your mama strippin
On me in the booth
Broke boy in my lap
Speak up or get clapped
You know I'm locked
When I slap back
And the clip is loaded in the rack
I got 83 on my back
I keep 69 for the fact
I got 83 on my back
I keep a milli on me thats a fact
Play black card
Stay alive
Bae big bars
Take dive
When I wanna take shots
They live
Put the camera on my side
She got big tits big bride
She got big eyes she ride
If she stay by me we gonna ride
1 2 3 4
If she play with me
She a whore
If she get violent
Hit the door
If she get violent
Hit the floor
Violin till we sore
Big bands when I score
And when I checked the game on 83
Got 69 if we poor
Whatchu smokin
You made of sticks
So if you smoke with me
Grab the crucifix
And we raise a glass
To the gang we toast
Nostrovia
From the street to the coast
And when I ride around
I shout it out
Nostrovia
Nostrovia
Cause when the opps come down
We don't need a glass
If you f*ck with me
They gonna beat your ass
They gonna
We ain't never gonna last
It'll burn out
We move fast
So I need to learn now
Or get lost
Maybe take a shot now
Or get tossed
Maybe spin the block now
Im jack frost
Im no mastermind
Of the humankind
But at the top
I'll use what I find
To whoop your ass
And rewind
I don't want a reward
Because I always knew
It'd be hard
But I stuck here
I'm not filthy rich
But I'm always makin
My mom proud
I got a family
Thats on lock now
And the rap career
Is my cash cow
I keep the couch over my stash now
Reppin gold dubloons
From the compound
Didn't wanna debate it now
But its a choice
Makin your town proud
Or the ones you love
Now they up above
So the opps slid
And I crashed out
50 thousand
On me
I'm a top g
For the family
So dont f*ck with me
Or I set you free
Don't f*ck with me
Or I set you free
Don't f*ck with me
I don't even have a clue
God I really wish I knew
The things that make
All the other things
In your head stick
Like glue
On the other hand you not a broke boy
But you a bit coy
And that too
I make money rain
On your head
While your mama strippin
On me in the booth
Broke boy in my lap
Speak up or get clapped
You know I'm locked
When I slap back
And the clip is loaded in the rack
I got 83 on my back
I keep 69 for the fact
I got 83 on my back
I keep a milli on me thats a fact
Writer: Braden Sellers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid