Lyrics

[Intro] (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas) [Chorus] I used to pray for the bag, now I'm blowin' it You don't know I got it, when it's problems, then I'm blowin' it Hit a nigga top with big chop, leave a hole in it Used to rob niggas for the 'bows, hit the road with it Now we up in Nieman's spending pape', people knowin' us You ain't never pulled up to the trenches, you can't roll with us Nigga, you got diamonds on your wrist, you better hold it up Real solid nigga to the core, never folded up [Verse 1] You ever took a loss, then it hurt your soul? Asked my nigga Cheese for the sauce, hе told me, "Hit that road" I had to cut lil' Scoochie off 'cause hе broke that code Paranoid, I ain't know his car, just shot my cousin Lo Nigga said fuck my homie, got me in that mode Pull up to his block, I'm still sprayin' when he hit the floor Took a gamble on my life just to get them 'bows I been sippin' lean on the daily, I ain't got no cold Wheeze a sleazy nigga, keep it quiet, he'll wipe your nose We ain't worried 'bout the net 'cause them niggas trolls Fuck them niggas up the street, all them niggas hoes Real niggas know you faking 'cause them views low [Chorus] I used to pray for the bag, now I'm blowin' it You don't know I got it, when it's problems, then I'm blowin' it Hit a nigga top with big chop, leave a hole in it Used to rob niggas for the 'bows, hit the road with it Now we up in Nieman's spending pape', people knowin' us You ain't never pulled up to the trenches, you can't roll with us Nigga, you got diamonds on your wrist, you better hold it up Real solid nigga to the core, never folded up [Verse 2] Yeah, you got diamonds on your wrist, you better hold it up Real solid nigga to the core, I never folded up Every time I hit the county, never rolled it up I got stacks in my pocket, I can't fold 'em up Yeah, I'm on some new shit Keep on sneak dissin', that's gon' get your whole crew hit Big forty-one, my pendants emerald, this my new kit Glock 23 with airholes, this my new blick I'll turn a nigga block into a news clip Big body Benz, we roadrunnin' in a cruise ship My niggas ready for whatever, they'll shoot shit HME FOD, don't know no new shit [Chorus] I used to pray for the bag, now I'm blowin' it You don't know I got it, when it's problems, then I'm blowin' it Hit a nigga top with big chop, leave a hole in it Used to rob niggas for the 'bows, hit the road with it Now we up in Nieman's spending pape', people knowin' us You ain't never pulled up to the trenches, you can't roll with us Nigga, you got diamonds on your wrist, you better hold it up Real solid nigga to the core, never folded up