Boss Bigg & 500 Kellz - Neat Lyrics

Droppin the fish in the grease
I like my money stacked up neat
Wonder how I get em dat cheap
Traphouse do a mil on the backstreet
Took off the plug I couldnt let em tax me
Choppa, make that boy run like a track meet
Banana clip, long like Shaq feet
Dope in the pot jump like an athlete
I get you chickens like Zaxbys
Whip it up nigga I dont need no chef
You can find me where the racks be
Run dat shit up I dont need no help
Gun on my waist I dont need no belt
Hold it down hold it down I got it on when I roll around
30 Round clip hang out the 40 cal
Run up on me and end up in a Hover Round ay
Hold it down, hold it down I got it on me
Bad bitches treat me like Tony now
You aint gettin money then you cant come around
Choppin the brick wit a sword like a Samurai
I know its wrong so I shouldnt glamorize
2-2-3 Shootin shit up like a camera guy
Its a war in the streets and its televised
Used to see truth when I looked in my grannies' eyes
I dont do friends my niggas got family ties
Sane got 18 years on a homicide
Cant do the club 'less I get my gun inside
Hand gun, but this shit still got a drum inside
Money tall like Andre Drummond size
Cuz I got chickens
But not the ones mama fried
Heard he was snitchin
Then he get mummified
Cut off yo tongue no love for the other side
Droppin the fish in the grease
I like my money stacked up neat
Wonder how I get em dat cheap
Traphouse do a mil on the backstreet
Took off the plug I couldnt let em tax me
Choppa, make that boy run like a track meet
Banana clip, long like Shaq feet
Dope in the pot jump like an athlete
I get you chickens like Zaxbys
Whip it up nigga I dont need no chef
You can find me where the racks be
Run dat shit up I dont need no help
Gun on my waist I dont need no belt
Hold it down hold it down I got it on when I roll around
30 Round clip hang out the 40 cal
Run up on me and end up in a Hover Round
Hold it down hold it down choppa a 100 rounds
War outside get gunned down
Stop the violence keep a glock
Scrape a deuce out da pot
Come and cop while its hot
Skrt skrt beamer right off da lot
Whats in my pockets a whole lotta knots
Whats in that cup
Double cup sippin the Act
She gon boot up off a triple stack
Im in Chanel rockin some Gucci
This is a kick door give it up or die
My trap jump like Belly
Order up VVS's look at the pointers
Dope boy but dont stand on the corner
12 watchin like Warner
If I give the dick to yo bitch den you know she a goner
VVS's hit like A Broner
Droppin the fish in the grease
I like my money stacked up neat
Wonder how I get em dat cheap
Traphouse do a mil on the backstreet
Took off the plug I couldnt let em tax me
Choppa, make that boy run like a track meet
Banana clip, long like Shaq feet
Dope in the pot jump like an athlete
I get you chickens like Zaxbys
Whip it up nigga I dont need no chef
You can find me where the racks be
Run dat shit up I dont need no help
Gun on my waist I dont need no belt
Hold it down hold it down I got it on when I roll around
30 Round clip hang out the 40 cal
Run up on me and end up in a Hover Round