Taliban

Lyrics

[Intro] Everything out here is about money, like Who the fuck wanna come home to fucking Not even a thousand dollars every two weeks Pay that, big time [Verse 1: Money Man] Talk to Gutta, he coming in November The first cousin fitta flood the city in the winter Blues on me like I went and got 'em printed Double C Chanel, Jean jacket denim Spent a hundred and twenty just to whip a Fisker Kinda anti-social ion talk to niggas I got plenty homies eating off the web She just came and gave extraordinary head Pick my boy up from a prison or a jail Half a mil from Imaginary cred You reap what you sew Like needle and some thread Hundreds on me looking like a loaf of bread They prolly never love me Til' a nigga dead Hit it right she ain't Tryna leave the bed I'm with some frat boys they drinking out a keg They buying loud I charged an arm and a leg Chopper hit the nigga Arms and his legs Fuck this rap shit, I'm prolly going fed Yeah yeah Beard like I'm Santa like I'm pushing sleds Niggas acting funny light that nigga neck Yeah Chain reaction on me keep the latest pair, lil' mama with me Ride with virgins just like the hair Living reckless Shit trap without a care I know a doctor who'll finesse the Medicare Street nigga I don't get pedicures If money the topic then a nigga all ears We ain't stopping nigga we trapping all year 80 bags of exotic and it's all here Buckets under plants buds fall here Started from the bottom had to crawl here Yeah yeah I just talked to Gutta I like muscle cars I'ma burn rubber Big weezy shades Swipin' undercover Loads from the west I know several truckers I know real florist They keep low numbers I keep grows coming Ain't no slow summers Taliban drugs like I'm Osama Bought a private land Growing in Amsterdam I know Muslim niggas who from Pakistan [Verse 2: BC Shooter] Calling Money told him meet me in Atlanta I found a quicker way to get a bigger bag I know these niggas out here tryna bite the drip and ride the wave Now these pussy niggas mad Plug dropped a 50 ran through em fast Turban on me like I'm with the Taliban That chopper spin a nigga like a ceiling fan I be steady dripping running through them bands Rollie on me so you see the diamonds dancing Copped the 'Vette with the new mini mansion Cross me once don't get too man chances I don't overdose I blow the Skittles smoke I don't wanna fuck lil' mama I just want her throat Took her on the water Riding through the ocean She tried to set me up I pushed her off the boat Started to shoot him with the Carbine through the scope Picked that bitch up put it dead on her nose Shoot him in the face the only thing I know Told myself I ain't gone do that shit no more And I just got em in come and get 'em for the low You can get cheaper but you gotta buy some more And my trap house open but the shit is never closed Motherfuckers spazzing I gotta have it Dressing in designer fashion Yeah imma keep me some cash I keep me a bag I'm always running to the bag I heard lil' buddy snitched I ain't with that shit I don't really fuck with no rats I'm just gon' count me a big bag And I'ma keep shitting cuz these niggas mad Yeaaaah You gone make me turn up with the muhfuckin' gang yeah, yeah Its BC for life boy that shit will not change yeah, yeah We pull on yo street with them muhfuckin' thangs yeah, yeah I roll down my window all you hear is bang, bang What the fuck do these pussy niggas think, think I roll down my window all you hear is bang, bang