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Done De-e-e-e-al I talked to Cholo said, he in a hole I can't let you hold no money, you in a hole I love my brothers, I don't love no ho And all the bitch ways that shit gon' show Got some savages they on the call Got my coo-coo gang they on the call My brother and them they all on goal I'm just tryna let them know Run up on ya block, you ain't did shit Shot your homie, you ain't did shit yet Fuck with me, they gon' kill shit Call on my phone ain't get through yet Dope cold sold in the projects Want twenty for a duece of the Hi-Tech Headshot, that nigga ain't die yet Couple hundred thou' in the mansion Police comin' gotta flush it It take a six I gotta touch it Bitches ask me for a purse Baggin' bitches they the worstest I was taught up on the come up Police comin' put the gun up Hopin' niggas never run up Police too too hot I was out takin' risks L1 steak with some crispies Pillow talkin' to the bitches That'll get you shot I was grabbin' Baskin 'Cause these bitches too hot Deny a nigga today Bitch, no tomorrow Skeleton Audemars Focusin', honor roll Millionaire when I was twenty I can go and buy the mall Niggas actin' too fishy for me Percocet when it hit the stomach Niggas say that they gettin' it runny Niggas know that we gettin' money Lookin' for war, we ain't runnin' from it When we get bored we count hunnid, hunnids We hit the floor when the police comin' Swallow drugs in my tummy, tummy You ain't got a job, tell me, tell me Durk in your bitch, I'm so enormous Walked through, 'cause this and that Ain't even gotta do a performance I talked to Cholo said, he in a hole I can't let you hold no money, you in a hole I love my brothers, I don't love no ho And all the bitch ways that shit gon' show Got some savages they on the call Got my coo-coo gang they on the call My brother and them they all on goal I'm just tryna let them know Cold ass shots, he dead, 30 Glock, FN Why you play with the dead, overdose off the meds You too close to the feds, don't play with my kids Take me instead, niggas goin' out sad Can't go outside, hang out that ride If I'mma go to jail, my niggas gon' ride Not gay but got pride, raise, cock, and blast If your man died, don't be surprised For you I'd take a bullet, boy In the A on the boulevard For you, I'd take the charge Trust you, let down my guard Back then my car ain't start Now my car push to start We can't go broke no more We sellin' phentanol That Wraith kiss the stars That lil' bitch pissed me off Shout out them burglar boys They comin' to get it all That dope like black cars He tough, he act hard That weed is backyard He a finesser You do not ride with no pistol Opposition tryna get you Bitch, I'm a dog like a shih tzu Run up a check to go get izu One of my niggas smoke crystals And I'm thinking he official Drugs tearin' up his tissues Why you takin' those chemicals My son and my daughter identical The forty the nine Glock identical All of my diamonds, they water, they swimming pool You stole my swag, it's like I invented you Christian Dior, Christian Loub, Chanel tennis shoes Your feet could hide no bones in 'em, you can't fit my shoes Been through a lot as a young nigga, you can't fix my screws Even though you pick and choose, bitch you pick to lose My brother's over you, bitch ain't no shit confused Turn up I talked to Cholo said he in a hole I can't let you hold no money, you in a hole I love my brothers, I don't love no ho And all the bitch ways that shit gon' show Got some savages they on the call Got my coo-coo gang they on the call My brother and them they all on goal I'm just tryna let them know
Writer(s): Durk Banks, David Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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