Lyrics

[Intro] Shit [?] HB Freestyle, Season 3 Season of the legends [?] [?] If you ain't heard of this guy behind me, you definitely gonna learn today All the way from B'ram [?] my guy Zino Enough of my talking, let's get straight to it [Verse 1] Take it to [?] and then I stack it for the ree Stock up in the bando whilst he cutting down the keys Got this money on my mind, but yeah, there's fiends in my dreams And I don't give a fuck what my brothers gotta eat I only gotta go get it, I'm a go getter Surrounded by some big dawgs and some known cheffers My nigga, he's not crackin' his pot, he's trappin' a lot My brother, hе ain't backin' it out, he's slappin' it off Baddy in the back of a jag, she giving mе top She always in the passy, my baddy countin' the gwop Until I reach a milly, don't be silly, I won't stop He's giant with the fiends, he's licking another crop I tell 'em now I'm back again, and yeah, I'm better then ever Told my broski that I got him, that's whatever the weather Me, I'll never say never, man, we together for ever My niggas on the bird I gotta write him a letter Catch a body, my buddy thinkin' about homicide My heart broke the first day I see my mama cry Pen up in my mothers eyes, I'm tryna live a lovely life Tryna fly away to get away from all the other lies See, I bussed up, I really had to change lanes We don't feel the same pain, but I ain't gonna say [?] [?], trappin' through the same rain Bruddas, we don't play games, these bruddas wanna claim fame Remember I was trapped up, my brothers really trapped in Semi-automatic's, but we steppin' with the MAC ting Yeah, we got [?] for them cold nights I ain't going left, but I just hope my niggas know right Zino, yeah, I'm keeping it Hollerd', I'm tellin' no lies Broke kids, we dem dope kids billing coke lines From trappin' to rapping I hope it takes off my niggas in the bando, I'm just hopin that [?] [Verse 2] Hating all this money that I'm making Bruddas love to hate, 'cause they see a nigga cakin' You'll have your time, just be patient Bro still serving to those fiends, moneys really medicating In the bando, man, we really tryna get paid We run into lag, I swear, I'm running to this checkmate Money is my best mate I just like to get these big bands and my niggas like to set pace They say Zino got the hardest bars Took her Highwoods in a Lamborghini, she ain't never seen the [?] Falls When I drop my mixtape, it's gonna do a madness Link ups on TV's, lights camera action Tryna cop the Gs'R'Ms daily for the mandem, jakes I can't stand them I was fresh off the porch when I landed Zino so fly, land them packs into Stansted