Numbers

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, granny said niggas only get what niggas give So I gave these niggas hell just to live how I live They buryin' themselves, takin' digs at the kid Keep a stick on the side of my bed, and a SIG on the fridge Blickies in the couch, put a can on the SBR that's strictly for the house It whisper then ya shout And I keep that 2011 with me like a spouse Precise with that bitch, could knock a whisker off a mouse Black out all of my whips, super max all of my contracts Double stack all of my clips, do the dash on your scatpack Packed out show to see GRIP, I do this shit in my sleep, bruh Niggas ain't never had shit, the fuck you mad at me for? Rippin' up an eviction notice in the crib with roaches Niggas life will be a blur if you don't shift your focus Came out on the other side, picture perfect Could've been a victim of a homicide, shit was worth it [Chorus] Clutch metal to offset my trust level (One) Bust several so I'm standin' when the dust settle (Two) Fuck a ceiling, never let 'em box you in (Three) Touch a million, stretch it with yo' partner, then (Four) Do that shit again, do that shit again (Five) Put some numbers on the board, nigga, get a win (Six) Get another win, then another win (Another one) Runnin' up the score, baby, rub it in [Verse 2] Last year I got a bigger plate and left you lames starvin' for scraps I triple rates, but you can blame Marshall for that Parkin' the 'Lac, sparkin' the pack, sharp as a tack I got it covered like a trunk with a tarp on the back What up, Ant? We been goin' hard to the rack Before I started to rap and me and Tigg four flats When you see a real nigga, you gotta tip your hat And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that Stray Society, I got my dawgs in this bitch Keep your mind off of mine, maybe y'all can get rich If you gon' play the game, know the flaws and the risk Done seen too many niggas slip and fall for the glitz Meet some real niggas, you build with 'em, it ain't a lot of us You tweakin' if you got less dollars than followers All that tweetin', niggas lookin' like fans But we eatin' off our words, GRIP cooking, goddamn [Chorus] Clutch metal to offset my trust level (One) Bust several so I'm standin' when the dust settle (Two) Fuck a ceiling, never let 'em box you in (Three) Touch a million, stretch it with yo' partner, then (Four) Do that shit again, do that shit again (Five) Put some numbers on the board, nigga, get a win (Six) Get another win, then another win (Another one) Runnin' up the score, baby, rub it in