77B Savage

Lyrics

[Intro: Rigz] Ayo, come here, let me see that shit This hold six, right? You got some more shells for it though? Why? What you want? A buck 50 for this? I got a hunnid, man, what up? Good lookin' (Ayo, Mooch, get the V's, son) Yeah (Come on, we out, yo), yo, yo, ayo [Verse 1: Rigz] Fuck it, I ain't thinkin' 'bout death or present (Not no more) This the way I'll have your necklace ripped and gun high You in ICU with a chest incision Gut shot in his Benz, that's his breakfast stinkin', stupid (KK's, nigga) I'm way too stressed for chillin' (Too stressed) And honestly, I hate to hurt, but we stuck and poor Hope is gone, choosin' wrong There's no doubt in my mind that I hate that's worse (It's worse) I'ma break grams down just to break this curse Paralyzed one of y'all, you can date the nurse (Date the hood rats) Wear this gauge like a chain how it sit on my neck Follow fiends to the money, who got it the best? (Where you get that from?) I ain't have good aim, no kinda finesse (Not early) First three hit low, two at the top of the steps (Yo, boom, boom) One resorts, nine shine, who I gotta impress? (Who?) Had a six-shot gauge, then we got the connects, nigga [Chorus: Rigz] Ain't no way that I won't get paid It's too long, I cut the steel with a switchblade (Uh, that shit not easy) Do or die for your money? That's a big trade (Yeah) And it's a big gun, big shell, big face (Yo, yo) [Verse 2: Mooch] I got some fleets and some cocaine I'm turnin' to cheese Fiends light it in a breeze, said it's great for his knees (This shit got off right this time) I'm on the scene with my mask on, "pillows", I scream (Pillows!) Made twenty off of baiters, still got ten in my jeans I'm in the kitchen with a sniffer, he be mixin' the steam I got a blender for beginners, blaze wasn't for beam (Fuck that whole package, nigga) I mean, I put this down, made the rockiest wrist I feel like Rocky on the corner, knock 'em out with the link (Pew) The way they shoot it in the arm, this shit should come with a beam (Bob, yo, 9 millimeters) I'm buyin' everybody food stamps, it come with the green (Hahahahahaha) My dope stamps sayin' "facts", and I'm in a machine (Shit) I sold a junkie three bundles, he was bumpin' the cream (I like that, niggas don't miss) I'm bumpin' "C.R.E.A.M.", yo, this nose candy come with the wings (Haha) You make a hunnid a hunnid times, it come with the flings You probably sleepin' with a rapper, yo, it come with the drinks (Niggas ain't nothin', sit back, yo) Until that shit get ugly, it's a wonderful thing (Yo, yo, yo) [Outro: Mooch] Goddamn, Bob, this nigga's the fuckin' man, son Nigga, I just sold two sleeves in two hours, nigga, what up, yo? Ha, can't wait 'til 3 A.M., man Word, that's when the fuckin' crackheads come out, man I'ma sell the shit out these