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Lyrics

[intro] Yea Come straight out them trenches A lil nigga know how to get it Get u a ? go flip it Stay down tryna get a Ticket No we ain blowin no midgy 250 grindin up digits Block ... . [fade] [dj] [Chorus] Yeah Theres some money to be made Get up Out that cap nigga go get paid If it ain bout money nigga I dont wanna conversate Al lot of my niggas Gone to the system n the grave Pushin up tweekin round young boy that stik gon shake I dont think a nigga want this smoke Gon be a earthquake (there gon be an earthquake) Lil Zac gon hop out none of this shit For no clout (no cap) Niggas thought this shit was sweet we sent Him to the clouds (on god) These niggas be pussy man They gon run routes I done slept on the floor I done slept on the couch I seen the bigger picture Took a better route My niggas they slime for real And they from the south (yeah yeah) [verse] Yea Come straight out them trenches A lil nigga know how to get it Get u a ? go flip it Stay down tryna get a Ticket No we ain blowin no midgy 250 run up digits Block life run up them digits Took the game and u know ima admit it Talkin smoke and we aim at ya fitted Homicide boy you gon be xibit He got fried He got put on a skillet Ain want no slime to go And send another visit Niggas be playin Niggas go be missin Came straight out the trenches Couple slimes on defenses See jump out Hit the fences Ye we livin life so relentless (It's Zack!) [Chorus] Yeah Theres some money to be made Get up Out that cap nigga go get paid If it ain bout money nigga I dont wanna conversate Al lot of my niggas Gone to the system n the grave Pushin up tweekin round young boy that stik gon shake I dont think a nigga want this smoke Gon be a earthquake (there gon be an earthquake) Lil Zac gon hop out none of this shit For no clout (no cap) Niggas thought this shit was sweet we sent Him to the clouds (on god) These niggas be pussy man They gon run routes I done slept on the floor I done slept on the couch I seen the bigger picture took a Better route My niggas they slime for real And they from the south (yeah yeah) [verse 2] Yea yea yea Every body think they Know me They dont want me go back To the old me Ya shootin shit like kobe I got a slimeball named kobe Shoota bullets a nigga slowly Watch a nigga die Yeah slowly Tryna get my mothafuckin trophy Stackin racks up Stay low key ?? that my dog that my rollie King that my dog that my rollie Gotit that my dog that my rollie Keed that my dog that my rollie And we rollin Percocet it keep me floating (slatt! slatt! slatt!)