[Intro]
(YoungTN Productions)
(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy)
Uh, yeah
[Chorus]
You know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket I ain't doing no minimum wage
He sellin' blicks then we gettin' em hit, I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's, thought that we gone fade
Bitch well Imma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dope boy
He shouldn't be no problem now we got the drop I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood my shit go skrt, young niggas in the hood like "Oh boy"
Know my bag, thirty in my mag, fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool, aight fuck it, now how we gone play it
Told em' that we gone sit on that bitch for a month then we gone spray it
Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gone let they block be the place that we link and play at
[Verse 1]
Brodie been yelling out "Free bodies" for a month now, hit the block we gone hunt down
Sweet on em' we gone run down, told em' ditch the glick, put the gun down
Talking bout his face card good, tell em show his face in our hood
Cause we on the back street and we pack heat, we been wishing y'all would
Fuck all that tough shit, know who he run wit
We can run in his crib but that shit ain't where the funds is
And if he ain't got no racks then we gone take em where the plug is
We gone show em I ain't the nigga he wanna fuck wit
Gangsta love, I ain't got love if the nigga ain't a gangsta
Wack nigga wit a lil bit of bread they don't fuck that nigga, know he a wangsta
I be tired of the fakers, sooner or later we gone face em
And I hope he got his glick, even if he do, then we gone bang em
(YoungTN Productions)
(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy)
Uh, yeah
[Chorus]
You know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket I ain't doing no minimum wage
He sellin' blicks then we gettin' em hit, I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's, thought that we gone fade
Bitch well Imma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dope boy
He shouldn't be no problem now we got the drop I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood my shit go skrt, young niggas in the hood like "Oh boy"
Know my bag, thirty in my mag, fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool, aight fuck it, now how we gone play it
Told em' that we gone sit on that bitch for a month then we gone spray it
Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gone let they block be the place that we link and play at
[Verse 1]
Brodie been yelling out "Free bodies" for a month now, hit the block we gone hunt down
Sweet on em' we gone run down, told em' ditch the glick, put the gun down
Talking bout his face card good, tell em show his face in our hood
Cause we on the back street and we pack heat, we been wishing y'all would
Fuck all that tough shit, know who he run wit
We can run in his crib but that shit ain't where the funds is
And if he ain't got no racks then we gone take em where the plug is
We gone show em I ain't the nigga he wanna fuck wit
Gangsta love, I ain't got love if the nigga ain't a gangsta
Wack nigga wit a lil bit of bread they don't fuck that nigga, know he a wangsta
I be tired of the fakers, sooner or later we gone face em
And I hope he got his glick, even if he do, then we gone bang em
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