
Gangsteritus Part 2 Potter Payper (Ft. Nines & Tiggs Da Author)
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[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author & Nines]
These hoes, these hoes, bringin' fire to my eyes, eye, woah
I know (It's Nines), I know it's killin' me inside
Things I've sacrificed for this life
[Verse 1: Nines]
My line was twenty K a week, that's a mill' a year
The label on me for a single, they must think I care
Way before me and Paddy done a deal
I had a bitch on the plane carryin' a mil, uh
I'm just tryna get my dough up then I'm gone
They kicked me out in year nine, I ain't know about a prom
I got a green neck like my chain's fake
Prices all fucked up 'cah the exchange rate
You musta heard I was flyin' tons
If you've heard that I paid for protection, I was buyin' guns
I ain't walkin' 'round with guards
Had a shootout in the club, it was always on the cards
Nina with the nina, I got too many flows
Last year, I wasted twenty K on Uber and hoes, uh
The hardest niggas on the streets is us
I leave them opps in a box like some pizza crust, it's Nines
[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]
These hoes, these hoes, bringin' fire to my eyes, eye, woah
I know, I know it's killin' me inside
Things I've sacrificed for this life
These hoes, these hoes, bringin' fire to my eyes, eye, woah
I know (It's Nines), I know it's killin' me inside
Things I've sacrificed for this life
[Verse 1: Nines]
My line was twenty K a week, that's a mill' a year
The label on me for a single, they must think I care
Way before me and Paddy done a deal
I had a bitch on the plane carryin' a mil, uh
I'm just tryna get my dough up then I'm gone
They kicked me out in year nine, I ain't know about a prom
I got a green neck like my chain's fake
Prices all fucked up 'cah the exchange rate
You musta heard I was flyin' tons
If you've heard that I paid for protection, I was buyin' guns
I ain't walkin' 'round with guards
Had a shootout in the club, it was always on the cards
Nina with the nina, I got too many flows
Last year, I wasted twenty K on Uber and hoes, uh
The hardest niggas on the streets is us
I leave them opps in a box like some pizza crust, it's Nines
[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]
These hoes, these hoes, bringin' fire to my eyes, eye, woah
I know, I know it's killin' me inside
Things I've sacrificed for this life
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