Lyrics

[ Verse: Trapperman Dale] [?] It's a box on the way I can get it today [?] If it don't Michael Phelps then don't talk to me Watch how they come for that hundred of reggie N***** still mad bout that hundred he missing I stood on the same block where [?] would hit [Verse: Don Trip] My lady said I ain't been home in a minute Some bitch called me broke when I was a teen and that hurt all my feelings Me and these rappers ain't nothing alike in other words none of my cars is rented Fly Tell 'em bout the birds and the bees and the fact these n***** not fuckin with me My lady thick as a bucket of grеase, I tell her sweet drеams then fuck her to sleep My pockets thicker than government cheese My sister a crook and my brother a thief My momma a pimp and my daddy a simp That's how it be when you come from the streets You better pray if you coming for me Sorry, but I don't do nothing for free War is expensive, fuck do you mean? Where I come from, costs money to beef Yeah I got the slug in reach Shooting like I got a buzzer to beat My fiftys is red, my hundreds is blue My paper look like it's a coloring sheet Hoe keep it moving ain't nothing to see It's paperview I should double the fee Feel like a motha fuckin werewolf Trapperman Dale said "Craig, you becoming a beast" Wait Still got the key in pajamas Gwen Stefani never seen this many bananas Oh my lord I feel like Thor No matter what ima fly with the hammer I'm the same guy when they turn on the camera I never did quite learn how to act I know some hitters in fact They keep on a mask, they never did get vaxed Let's get back to the dough Paranoid so I can't sit with my back to the door And I just happen to know Some n***** that ain't reindeer but they dash in the snow I grab my hat and my coat Don't know bout you, but I can't be happy and broke N***** been rolling up swishers their whole life, fuck n**** still can't handle the smoke [?] shit all i know Met my wife then traded in all my hoes Still getting all this money I ain't stopped grindin' since that petty bitch called me broke I miss my bro Piff right under the fire like five below I keep that heat and I'm willing to spin and spin and spin like I'm drying my clothes Yeah Spin and spin and spin like I'm drying my, ah I keep that heat and I'm willing to spin and spin and spin like I'm drying my Long Live Piff