Lyrics

Pounds for the scale and I got coke to step on
Lows for them bails, hit the city, put my tax on
Bust it out the wrapper, hold on, **** that strong
Granny used to smell it in the crib, I got snapped on
Fuck gettin' cussed out, long as I ain't hurtin' by zip it five
That bitch gone by 5:30
When I was sixteen said, "I was gone buy a birdie"
Who ain't workin'?
**** buy it, ain't a day I ain't servin'
Young **** lot of slabs, stay around grams
Call me, you outta time hunnid milly in my plans
That don't come from no sleep, I'm out here runnin' these streets
Callin' shots, I ain't cheap, yo **** wish he was me
Wish he could be in the spot fillin' it whole
Doin' the Twinkie off the mic then switchin' to foams
****, have you ever seen a trap house?
'Cause ****, I was on tether in my trap house
I'm out on bail while my cases pendin'
My lawyer gotta eat his chicken
They can lock me in a cell
'Cause they can't lock me out the kitchen
Just touch down on seventy-five
Bitch wanted to fuck bad, so I paid her to drive
I'ma get that bag or they gone get me the time
Bitch, you better get yours 'cause I'm gettin' me mine
Broke days, no hope days
I been through that countin' on a **** that spent me
**** do that, recognize **** ain't thorough
That's where I grew at, damn near froze to death in that spot
Where was you at?
Felon in possession, so I'm boxed in
Strap yo nuts, you ain't tellin' boy, we locked in
I got this top side shit, had a blocked hand
Soon as they nod off, had a block dead
Hoes only fuck me 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' rapper
Touch her, you can have her, when you cuff her, I'ma stab her
Bitches know I'm on the road, I ain't worried, ****
Be a dead man 'fore I be a dirty ****
I'ma live a hunnid years if they let me
But if I don't make it, bury me in the prezi
Bury me in Versaci
Bury me lookin' heavy
Bury me with my strap
Bury me with the package, ****
I'm out on bail while my cases pendin'
My lawyer gotta eat his chicken
They can lock me in a cell
'Cause they can't lock me out the kitchen
Just touch down on seventy five
Bitch wanted to fuck bad, so I paid her to drive
I'ma get that bag or they gone get me the time
Bitch, you better get yours 'cause I'm gettin' me mine
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