Run up that sack
Give that shit to my jit
So many haters bitch i need a list
Big booty bitch and she talk w a lisp
When she suck on the dick
She gone leave it with spit
Man i use to be broke
Hit a lick now im fixed
I'm five deep till the end
They gone ride like some pegs
Use to trap out the Honda
6loud had the meds
I'm allergic to pork
I could never turn fed
That's my brother
You know if he bleed then i bled
I don't trust no new niggas
All my new friends are dead
If you talk down on us
Then it's off with your head
All my paper is blue
But im sipping this red
Got demons on me
They won't get out my head
How im feeling right now
I jus might leave you dead
Niggas biting my style
At least give me some cred
Damn
Say you held it down
But they say that you fled
I got money now
Leave that lil bitch on read
Got a hundred round
We don't aim at no legs
Ohhh ohhh
Never f*ck with school
But i stay with some led
I'm not signed with Nike
But bitch im bout a check
He gone say he got it
But i know that's a flex
Bitch im rolling Scotty
Bitch im high as a jet
Bitch got amazing body
But bitch i want that neck
Something like subway
Bitch i need all my bread
She is a throw away
Throw that bitch in the can
Stackin the dough away
That shit tall as Durant
You ain't gettin no cake
Your shit small as a ant
I got your hoe cakes
In the palm of my hand
Jus like the old drake
Gotta take care of the fam
I'm back to my old ways
I'm back to sellin them xans
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Run up that sack
Give that shit to my jit
So many haters bitch i need a list
Big booty bitch and she talk w a lisp
When she suck on the dick
She gone leave it with spit
Man i use to be broke
Hit a lick now im fixed
I'm five deep till the end
They gone ride like some pegs
Use to trap out the Honda
6loud had the meds
I'm allergic to pork
I could never turn fed
That's my brother
You know if he bleed then i bled
I don't trust no new niggas
All my new friends are dead
If you talk down on us
Then it's off with your head
All my paper is blue
But im sipping this red
Got demons on me
They won't get out my head
How im feeling right now
I jus might leave you dead
Niggas biting my style
At least give me some cred
Damn
Say you held it down
But they say that you fled
I got money now
Leave that lil bitch on read
Got a hundred round
We don't aim at no legs
Ohhh ohhh
Never f*ck with school
But i stay with some led
I'm not signed with Nike
But bitch im bout a check
He gone say he got it
But i know that's a flex
Bitch im rolling Scotty
Bitch im high as a jet
Bitch got amazing body
But bitch i want that neck
Something like subway
Bitch i need all my bread
She is a throw away
Throw that bitch in the can
Stackin the dough away
That shit tall as Durant
You ain't gettin no cake
Your shit small as a ant
I got your hoe cakes
In the palm of my hand
Jus like the old drake
Gotta take care of the fam
I'm back to my old ways
I'm back to sellin them xans
Give that shit to my jit
So many haters bitch i need a list
Big booty bitch and she talk w a lisp
When she suck on the dick
She gone leave it with spit
Man i use to be broke
Hit a lick now im fixed
I'm five deep till the end
They gone ride like some pegs
Use to trap out the Honda
6loud had the meds
I'm allergic to pork
I could never turn fed
That's my brother
You know if he bleed then i bled
I don't trust no new niggas
All my new friends are dead
If you talk down on us
Then it's off with your head
All my paper is blue
But im sipping this red
Got demons on me
They won't get out my head
How im feeling right now
I jus might leave you dead
Niggas biting my style
At least give me some cred
Damn
Say you held it down
But they say that you fled
I got money now
Leave that lil bitch on read
Got a hundred round
We don't aim at no legs
Ohhh ohhh
Never f*ck with school
But i stay with some led
I'm not signed with Nike
But bitch im bout a check
He gone say he got it
But i know that's a flex
Bitch im rolling Scotty
Bitch im high as a jet
Bitch got amazing body
But bitch i want that neck
Something like subway
Bitch i need all my bread
She is a throw away
Throw that bitch in the can
Stackin the dough away
That shit tall as Durant
You ain't gettin no cake
Your shit small as a ant
I got your hoe cakes
In the palm of my hand
Jus like the old drake
Gotta take care of the fam
I'm back to my old ways
I'm back to sellin them xans
Writer: Oran Davis
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