20 point leads, mane we takin off
20 pounds send em in through a u haul
These niggas bitches drag queens, Ruth Paul's
We threw boxes on old glizzy, that's Lou Walls
Ian gotta call back up with that steel
I'm not Mason Rudolph
20 bands a knock yo whole crew off
You get 20 bands, think you can duck 100 shots boy you not Dolph
I mix the boy, I mix the girl, might mix the dog
Gotta get 2 off
20 point leads, the comeback was real
We couldn't take a 2 off
We warriors with these glocks
Just put a Stephen on a new Glock
On them hits, we didnt have a glove
We slide with loose socks
It's some niggas, who wanna do me like I'm Tupac
My white throw bullets, he drew locks
He AR-15, how he shoot rock
True shit, I used to ride around with 2 glocks
You'll lose a 20 point lead, if you don't continue to shoot hot
I'm only around when it's money
I don't cool hop, I don't crew hop
I'm the sickest, I'm the illest, f*ck a flu shot
F*ck a white flag, like cole Bennett
Getcho crew shot
20 point leads, I been ballin, yeah my crew hot
On my mama Ian for the what's what's, and Who nots
Never gave a f*ck a bout a goofy nigga or a bitch
I'll pull up with a cool knot
20 points leads, we mean business, this shit suit tie
Tell a label I need 3 mil, all blue signs
Pink 50s for the pink percs, I popped in the due time
You'll shine brighter the more you grind
With that hustle shit money came with the time
We stack money for better times
Cus being broke hurt worse than denial
Ian wore church clothes in a while
Still look for the lord, for everyday trails
Ima beast in the wild
Been getting, money, my privacy high
I been keeping it down
That money calling, can't be sleeping around
You can't be mooching, and leeching around
If you can't swim, in that deep end
You gon drown
It get treacherous, it's sharks lurkin
I was at them parks servin
Lil nigga, I was on the block learning
Beamers , I was pushing Germans
We give head taps, we shootings turbans
Clips lookin like Exscursions and Suburbans
Pushin peace like J mane, but I'll still F*ck Yo Bitch
We pushin P, not Plea, we not for that gunna shit
Lil Wayne, Birdman, I'm on my Stunna shit
We running shit
You buy one I front one,
That's that we get long money shit
Steve Harvey Ass niggas on that funny not so funny shit
Half dead niggas on that we get money but don't get money shit
Being broke is corny, never put a bitch before the money shit
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20 point leads, mane we takin off
20 pounds send em in through a u haul
These niggas bitches drag queens, Ruth Paul's
We threw boxes on old glizzy, that's Lou Walls
Ian gotta call back up with that steel
I'm not Mason Rudolph
20 bands a knock yo whole crew off
You get 20 bands, think you can duck 100 shots boy you not Dolph
I mix the boy, I mix the girl, might mix the dog
Gotta get 2 off
20 point leads, the comeback was real
We couldn't take a 2 off
We warriors with these glocks
Just put a Stephen on a new Glock
On them hits, we didnt have a glove
We slide with loose socks
It's some niggas, who wanna do me like I'm Tupac
My white throw bullets, he drew locks
He AR-15, how he shoot rock
True shit, I used to ride around with 2 glocks
You'll lose a 20 point lead, if you don't continue to shoot hot
I'm only around when it's money
I don't cool hop, I don't crew hop
I'm the sickest, I'm the illest, f*ck a flu shot
F*ck a white flag, like cole Bennett
Getcho crew shot
20 point leads, I been ballin, yeah my crew hot
On my mama Ian for the what's what's, and Who nots
Never gave a f*ck a bout a goofy nigga or a bitch
I'll pull up with a cool knot
20 points leads, we mean business, this shit suit tie
Tell a label I need 3 mil, all blue signs
Pink 50s for the pink percs, I popped in the due time
You'll shine brighter the more you grind
With that hustle shit money came with the time
We stack money for better times
Cus being broke hurt worse than denial
Ian wore church clothes in a while
Still look for the lord, for everyday trails
Ima beast in the wild
Been getting, money, my privacy high
I been keeping it down
That money calling, can't be sleeping around
You can't be mooching, and leeching around
If you can't swim, in that deep end
You gon drown
It get treacherous, it's sharks lurkin
I was at them parks servin
Lil nigga, I was on the block learning
Beamers , I was pushing Germans
We give head taps, we shootings turbans
Clips lookin like Exscursions and Suburbans
Pushin peace like J mane, but I'll still F*ck Yo Bitch
We pushin P, not Plea, we not for that gunna shit
Lil Wayne, Birdman, I'm on my Stunna shit
We running shit
You buy one I front one,
That's that we get long money shit
Steve Harvey Ass niggas on that funny not so funny shit
Half dead niggas on that we get money but don't get money shit
Being broke is corny, never put a bitch before the money shit
20 pounds send em in through a u haul
These niggas bitches drag queens, Ruth Paul's
We threw boxes on old glizzy, that's Lou Walls
Ian gotta call back up with that steel
I'm not Mason Rudolph
20 bands a knock yo whole crew off
You get 20 bands, think you can duck 100 shots boy you not Dolph
I mix the boy, I mix the girl, might mix the dog
Gotta get 2 off
20 point leads, the comeback was real
We couldn't take a 2 off
We warriors with these glocks
Just put a Stephen on a new Glock
On them hits, we didnt have a glove
We slide with loose socks
It's some niggas, who wanna do me like I'm Tupac
My white throw bullets, he drew locks
He AR-15, how he shoot rock
True shit, I used to ride around with 2 glocks
You'll lose a 20 point lead, if you don't continue to shoot hot
I'm only around when it's money
I don't cool hop, I don't crew hop
I'm the sickest, I'm the illest, f*ck a flu shot
F*ck a white flag, like cole Bennett
Getcho crew shot
20 point leads, I been ballin, yeah my crew hot
On my mama Ian for the what's what's, and Who nots
Never gave a f*ck a bout a goofy nigga or a bitch
I'll pull up with a cool knot
20 points leads, we mean business, this shit suit tie
Tell a label I need 3 mil, all blue signs
Pink 50s for the pink percs, I popped in the due time
You'll shine brighter the more you grind
With that hustle shit money came with the time
We stack money for better times
Cus being broke hurt worse than denial
Ian wore church clothes in a while
Still look for the lord, for everyday trails
Ima beast in the wild
Been getting, money, my privacy high
I been keeping it down
That money calling, can't be sleeping around
You can't be mooching, and leeching around
If you can't swim, in that deep end
You gon drown
It get treacherous, it's sharks lurkin
I was at them parks servin
Lil nigga, I was on the block learning
Beamers , I was pushing Germans
We give head taps, we shootings turbans
Clips lookin like Exscursions and Suburbans
Pushin peace like J mane, but I'll still F*ck Yo Bitch
We pushin P, not Plea, we not for that gunna shit
Lil Wayne, Birdman, I'm on my Stunna shit
We running shit
You buy one I front one,
That's that we get long money shit
Steve Harvey Ass niggas on that funny not so funny shit
Half dead niggas on that we get money but don't get money shit
Being broke is corny, never put a bitch before the money shit
Writer: Darron Howard
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