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Lyrics

[Intro] 4-4 boys nigga [Verse 1: Feez Money] I'm a gangsta, I ain't even gotta talk about it So soon as i pull up in the parking lot, All the broads start to jock Plus I hang with a pack of gorillas, Nowadays niggas snitch so I be smacking these niggas Damn And you know I had to brag a little, Different color diamonds in my watch look like a bag of skittles And you know I'm shinning tight Keep the Glock on my llama sight, Cause I'm selling China white Nigga So holla if you need crack to sell I'm a shoot it out with police before i go back to jail You think I'm soft Try me then And I don't like talk I'm a leave you stretch on the ground outline in white chalk Now I got yo fam lined up, Tryna find out where the cake stashed AK's Bared face Muthafuckas face smashed Who ever talk gone get it first cause I hate snitches They gone straight in the ally with your face missing [Verse 2: Rocaine] I wake up in the morning everyday Count K nigga Like a fat bitch, I got a whole lotta weight nigga All my hoes bad Need a bag, I'm a cost ya bandz I ain't go to school nigga, But I'm still doing math I was in the cut, Where was you? I don't even know Me and muthafucking dough, I don't need hoes I don't give a fuck if I'm getting sleeped on Fuck rap I'm in the trap, I got 3 phones I don't never answer calls, For these broads, I'm a fucking dog Can you spend the night? Hell naw Bitch at the alarm Phone trapping so fucking hard, It ain't even charged Bitches dead at the bar, Kill him at the car AK's for you fuck face New Ye's sold at MJ Car race in the boats from CA Roommates, Fuck the DEA Dope case, Fuck court Come chase me, bad grades OG's no A's [Verse 3: Molly Brazy] I ain't with hating shit I'm tryna touch M's Got pictures for the pressure, I keep my lips sealed Applying pressure to these bitches, They don't like that Yeah I spend it, I spend it, I'll get it right back It's time to get this money together, But all you rather hate I don't chase shit but the money, So I paper chase Slide down yo block, Ro bussing out the window Hunnid round drum in his hand That ain't no fucking filer 50 misses You think you safe in that vest huh? Headshots We ain't aiming at your chest nigga My nigga shoot when I say, Ain't gotta throw em shit Don't hesitate They trigger happy, Bitch it's over with He wanna talk about our future, About time I ain't spending I'm counting cheese nigga Wait a muthafucking minute Lil icy bitch I ain't the flashy type Slide down the block in yo hood, Rocking all my ice Why you mad? Get some money bitch Don't do no dumb shit You gone end up on my knock up list Boom, Boom, Boom