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[Pre-Chorus]
Get ya ass, held at gun point, fuck you gonna do
Tryna work, better have my bread for when it's due
These Percocet's, they wearin' off, I needa pop a few
He tried playin' wit' my money now his family wearin' suits
Twin nearly got his chain taken, he ain't hesitate to shoot
I just poured a six, I barely let that shit dilute
They send threats and think that shit gon' make me mute
Ride wit' them empathy boys, I know everyone tryna get recruited
[Chorus]
But ain't nobody suited for this shit
I ride them fast cars wit' fake ass permit
Shots every direction, it's very likely you get hit
If the gang seem to be strugglin', I'll come up wit' some to split
[Verse]
Lackin, that's some I just can't commit
Always been cautious, pickin' who to fuck with
G wagon, I'm speedin' four miles a minute
Opps tried 'cause sum damage 'til them bullets emit
Plug wit' me, got clients everywhere, he jus like Santa
Real rich addict brought my pills to Sri Lanka
Trustin' these hoes, fuck you up, they all some bread demanders
They say the codeine bad for me, shit must be propaganda
Gang stay rich forever, we jus like the Salamanca
The number on my bank account got comma after comma
That's that oppa zone, the whole team is tryna conquer
Runnin' out of things to spend but bread still gettin' longer
Get ya ass, held at gun point, fuck you gonna do
Tryna work, better have my bread for when it's due
These Percocet's, they wearin' off, I needa pop a few
He tried playin' wit' my money now his family wearin' suits
Twin nearly got his chain taken, he ain't hesitate to shoot
I just poured a six, I barely let that shit dilute
They send threats and think that shit gon' make me mute
Ride wit' them empathy boys, I know everyone tryna get recruited
[Chorus]
But ain't nobody suited for this shit
I ride them fast cars wit' fake ass permit
Shots every direction, it's very likely you get hit
If the gang seem to be strugglin', I'll come up wit' some to split
[Verse]
Lackin, that's some I just can't commit
Always been cautious, pickin' who to fuck with
G wagon, I'm speedin' four miles a minute
Opps tried 'cause sum damage 'til them bullets emit
Plug wit' me, got clients everywhere, he jus like Santa
Real rich addict brought my pills to Sri Lanka
Trustin' these hoes, fuck you up, they all some bread demanders
They say the codeine bad for me, shit must be propaganda
Gang stay rich forever, we jus like the Salamanca
The number on my bank account got comma after comma
That's that oppa zone, the whole team is tryna conquer
Runnin' out of things to spend but bread still gettin' longer
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