Lyrics

[Intro] (That nigga B on the beat) Yeah, nigga (That nigga Miir made the beat) [Verse 1] I'm mix-I'm mixin' codeine with the cream soda I know this whip cost hella money, drive it like it's stolen Part of the reason niggas hate me 'cause my name golden And my teeth frozen, and I keep winnin' And that shit they did to bro, we gon' keep spinnin' In the hood we playin' deep 'cause shit gettin' tricky Is what it is, I've been thuggin', I'm gon' keep blicky I miss Rain to the neck, wish he can sit with me My bro to death, if we get caught, know he gon' sit with me My money good, just found a plug and told him send fifty Niggas trollin' on my top like is it up with Philthy? Just went our separate ways Caught hella cases, legal problems, still flowin' pape' I still stack it when it's sunny, better watch for rain I fell down and bounced back with quadruple pape' Niggas say they lookin' for me, I'm in a different state But I'll slide up to your section with some different plates Car full of killers whippin' glitches, point it to your face Through the East in an Audi, it was just me and Ray Blowin' smoke behind tint with two baby A's [Chorus] Now I be to the necklace What I be on, I might rob you if you ain't from my section Or if you ain't slidin' for us Don't say you Hayes Money nothin' if you ain't ridin' for it You know I bleed the section I'm paranoid, I leave the house, I gotta take my weapon He got popped and still trollin', he ain't get the message? It was times when I was down, appreciate the blessings [Verse 2] Allah, forgive me, get a lo', you know that I'ma press it It's some pain that I felt they gotta feel too They killed one, we doubled back and got a kill too I see all red This ain't no regular soda, baby, this all meds Trust with Quag' in it If the gang pourin' up, we got an eight in it These niggas fuckin' up the gang with this fake pimpin' Get it how you live I'm pressin' five on every call, the homie doin' bids Gotta watch the way I move to make it to my kid I'm OT smokin' za, gettin' off the meds [Chorus] Now I be to the necklace What I be on, I might rob you if you ain't from my section Or if you ain't slidin' for us Don't say you Hayes Money nothin' if you ain't ridin' for it You know I bleed the section I'm paranoid, I leave the house, I gotta take my weapon He got popped and still trollin', he ain't get the message? It was times when I was down, appreciate the blessings