Easy Way

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[Intro] Bitch [Verse] Seen Unc' make 100K, that's what made me hustle Finna cook two hundred grams of soft and save eighty of 'em Shoot them bitches to the 10 where they gon' pay me double I grind hard every day because I hate the struggle Cuz spent thirteen thousand for an eight-piece nugget White boy came from up North, he spent eighteen hundreds Caught an opp flexed on the 'Gram with his auntie money Hit his bitch with the Perky dick and she paid me for it I ain't wanna fuck that bitch, Ri made me do it Fuck around and drunk a whole pint, E made me pour it Popped a Vic', smoke a half a Cookie, shit made me 'noid Unc' been high off girl all day 'cause he hate the boy Damn, I'm in a different bag Rap and trap, give you a CD for every zip you grab Me and Ri the hardest in the city, now let's mention facts I need five hundred for a feature or you can kiss my ass Z boy just blessed me with a pint, nigga, it was glass I was servin' all my classmates, you was gettin' mad I was leavin' school to make plays, you was skippin' class Jumped off the porch in ninth grade and started livin' fast I remember all them fucked up days I couldn't hit the stash Rest in peace, my nigga, Quanny Mac, boy, I miss you bad Some days, I just sit and pray that God bring you back I remember you took that nine from Dreyo and didn't bring it back E brought me a small pop, said, "It's a three in that" You dropped an ounce in a two-liter, boy, ain't no lean in that Niggas pourin' up heavy green, ain't no codeine in that And, please, don't speak on Hi-Tech, I got a thing for that Lil' bro finna pour some Wock' until the liter black I'm finna crank this motherfucker up until the meter crack Just touched down from OT, like, where them Visas at? A nigga try to pass me a Swisher, I'm like, "Who weed is that?" Fuck around and broke a nigga blunt 'cause his weed was trash My white boy walked in askin' where the needles at He said, "Mike, I'm fucked up and I need a pack" I gave him one on the love, that's how you keep your fiends attached I know a nigga that sell bricks, but can't read or rap How you tryna slide on some niggas but you need a strap? E said he tired of pourin' red, then we need some Act' I could call old dude, but I know he gon' tax Fuck it, bro, call that nigga, we gon' rob his ass I used to do that shit back in the day, but I ain't tryna brag Told bro to put his Glock up, I'ma bring mine instead Fuck my bitch and her lil' sister to make they mama mad Nowadays, hoes don't even ask where the condom at Dirty money, take that shit to [?][2:06] laundromat Flint nigga, but got some killers comin' straight from Pontiac They'll kill your whole family to find out where that money at Easy