I don't know if you wanna sneak diss on the gang you lose your life
I got a short temper, I ain't playin' games about mine
I got a short temper, I got a spark the blunt and ease my mind
Free all of my niggas, somebody gotta give the judge some time
Doing some shit that only God knows
With three hoes in the back of the Tahoe
Doing some shit that only God knows
These niggas ain't touching my rank
I sit back and look at the numbers
I sit back and look at the phonies
I sit back and look at the snakes
Oh, you wouldn't know what it takes
Oh, you wouldn't know what it takes
Remember the days I was broke, but now I be up'ing the cash in your face
Remember the days I was broke, but now I wake up and I'm hitting a chase
I wake up, I'm hitting the bank
I wake up, I'm getting a check
You wait for that bitch to call you
She with the gang giving neck
She with a nigga to ice out her neck
She wanna walk the checks
My Demon be calling who next
He ready to do the time
I'm pressing record and I'm with your bitch and shorty, she going brazy
I'm putting my foot on the pedal, I'm doin' the dash, I'm making em pay me
So many ARPs and Glocks, I swear they look like the Navy
I'm rocking the show out for a little bit and I'm makin em pay me
You don't know what it's like when you pourin' a lean for the first time
And you don't know what it's like when you in a trap and the feds watchin'
I gotta walk around with my weapon, I know that these niggas plottin'
My tweezy, my tweezies, my brudda, my brudda, I swear they goin' crazy
I walk up in niemans, I'm coppin the mason margiala they lookin' me crazy
You don't know when it's lights camera action in your face
I had to tell you all the time, my niggas, they pull up and won't leave a trace
I'm from a town where the niggas don't care, they leave you dead
I'm from a town where you get money, they want your head
RIP all of my niggas, I can't believe they dead
I can't trust none of these niggas, they try to set you up for what you did
I'm takin' this shit to the grave, I won't say what I did
We goin' up, goin' up
Livin' your life, you gotta be on your Ps and Qs
You can't let em catch you snooze
Walkin the maf*cking mall in spending the racks you know
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I don't know if you wanna sneak diss on the gang you lose your life
I got a short temper, I ain't playin' games about mine
I got a short temper, I got a spark the blunt and ease my mind
Free all of my niggas, somebody gotta give the judge some time
Doing some shit that only God knows
With three hoes in the back of the Tahoe
Doing some shit that only God knows
These niggas ain't touching my rank
I sit back and look at the numbers
I sit back and look at the phonies
I sit back and look at the snakes
Oh, you wouldn't know what it takes
Oh, you wouldn't know what it takes
Remember the days I was broke, but now I be up'ing the cash in your face
Remember the days I was broke, but now I wake up and I'm hitting a chase
I wake up, I'm hitting the bank
I wake up, I'm getting a check
You wait for that bitch to call you
She with the gang giving neck
She with a nigga to ice out her neck
She wanna walk the checks
My Demon be calling who next
He ready to do the time
I'm pressing record and I'm with your bitch and shorty, she going brazy
I'm putting my foot on the pedal, I'm doin' the dash, I'm making em pay me
So many ARPs and Glocks, I swear they look like the Navy
I'm rocking the show out for a little bit and I'm makin em pay me
You don't know what it's like when you pourin' a lean for the first time
And you don't know what it's like when you in a trap and the feds watchin'
I gotta walk around with my weapon, I know that these niggas plottin'
My tweezy, my tweezies, my brudda, my brudda, I swear they goin' crazy
I walk up in niemans, I'm coppin the mason margiala they lookin' me crazy
You don't know when it's lights camera action in your face
I had to tell you all the time, my niggas, they pull up and won't leave a trace
I'm from a town where the niggas don't care, they leave you dead
I'm from a town where you get money, they want your head
RIP all of my niggas, I can't believe they dead
I can't trust none of these niggas, they try to set you up for what you did
I'm takin' this shit to the grave, I won't say what I did
We goin' up, goin' up
Livin' your life, you gotta be on your Ps and Qs
You can't let em catch you snooze
Walkin the maf*cking mall in spending the racks you know
I got a short temper, I ain't playin' games about mine
I got a short temper, I got a spark the blunt and ease my mind
Free all of my niggas, somebody gotta give the judge some time
Doing some shit that only God knows
With three hoes in the back of the Tahoe
Doing some shit that only God knows
These niggas ain't touching my rank
I sit back and look at the numbers
I sit back and look at the phonies
I sit back and look at the snakes
Oh, you wouldn't know what it takes
Oh, you wouldn't know what it takes
Remember the days I was broke, but now I be up'ing the cash in your face
Remember the days I was broke, but now I wake up and I'm hitting a chase
I wake up, I'm hitting the bank
I wake up, I'm getting a check
You wait for that bitch to call you
She with the gang giving neck
She with a nigga to ice out her neck
She wanna walk the checks
My Demon be calling who next
He ready to do the time
I'm pressing record and I'm with your bitch and shorty, she going brazy
I'm putting my foot on the pedal, I'm doin' the dash, I'm making em pay me
So many ARPs and Glocks, I swear they look like the Navy
I'm rocking the show out for a little bit and I'm makin em pay me
You don't know what it's like when you pourin' a lean for the first time
And you don't know what it's like when you in a trap and the feds watchin'
I gotta walk around with my weapon, I know that these niggas plottin'
My tweezy, my tweezies, my brudda, my brudda, I swear they goin' crazy
I walk up in niemans, I'm coppin the mason margiala they lookin' me crazy
You don't know when it's lights camera action in your face
I had to tell you all the time, my niggas, they pull up and won't leave a trace
I'm from a town where the niggas don't care, they leave you dead
I'm from a town where you get money, they want your head
RIP all of my niggas, I can't believe they dead
I can't trust none of these niggas, they try to set you up for what you did
I'm takin' this shit to the grave, I won't say what I did
We goin' up, goin' up
Livin' your life, you gotta be on your Ps and Qs
You can't let em catch you snooze
Walkin the maf*cking mall in spending the racks you know
Writer: dewuan shaw
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC