[Verse 1]
Keep it so good and for bread and butter never played a game
Niggas be acting, this unattractive pussy look so lame
Niggas are starving so robbing just went up a hundred percent
The cops slippin' somebody less fortunate gon' take that shit
Snatch it and pack it and sell it for cheap, nigga that's straight profit
Nigga that's bills paid, nigga that's cash in them pockets
Blame it on Bush, George1 and George2
For all the bullshit there is, brother goin' through
Bill ass niggas gonna stay the real
Fuck ass niggas gon' fade with
Hoe ass niggas gonna die of bitches
I'm strapped motherfucker don't play with me
I'm turned up about my check
Still gettin' money in my old project
Got two's on deck
This bringin' up the sack
I'da made a me like that
I was talkin' 'bout trap, strap, kickin' my back
Jumpin' on the floor with the strap
Got cameras in the front, back, tool in my lap
In this bitch cookin' up crack
And you see what I drive, I'm high, fly
Ain't shit a nigga can't buy
And it's me and my guys, I ride guy
I get to a bitch right now
Young nigga be Popeye, I ain't gonna lie
I can see a bitch in your eyes
So I keep that vibe damn right
I'm a go hard damn all the time
I'm out here chasin' bread and butter
I faced a lot of strugglers
Just show this bitch I'm from the gutter
Watch me turn up on these suckers
Turn up
Keep it so good and for bread and butter never played a game
Niggas be acting, this unattractive pussy look so lame
Niggas are starving so robbing just went up a hundred percent
The cops slippin' somebody less fortunate gon' take that shit
Snatch it and pack it and sell it for cheap, nigga that's straight profit
Nigga that's bills paid, nigga that's cash in them pockets
Blame it on Bush, George1 and George2
For all the bullshit there is, brother goin' through
Bill ass niggas gonna stay the real
Fuck ass niggas gon' fade with
Hoe ass niggas gonna die of bitches
I'm strapped motherfucker don't play with me
I'm turned up about my check
Still gettin' money in my old project
Got two's on deck
This bringin' up the sack
I'da made a me like that
I was talkin' 'bout trap, strap, kickin' my back
Jumpin' on the floor with the strap
Got cameras in the front, back, tool in my lap
In this bitch cookin' up crack
And you see what I drive, I'm high, fly
Ain't shit a nigga can't buy
And it's me and my guys, I ride guy
I get to a bitch right now
Young nigga be Popeye, I ain't gonna lie
I can see a bitch in your eyes
So I keep that vibe damn right
I'm a go hard damn all the time
I'm out here chasin' bread and butter
I faced a lot of strugglers
Just show this bitch I'm from the gutter
Watch me turn up on these suckers
Turn up
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