[Chorus: Nezzus]
I've been counting, these racks so long
This shit keep on thumbing
Switch up states, I'm still getting money
Laughing to the bank like this shit funny
Huh, you niggas be broke and bummy
I'm eating too good, not crummy
I'm the biggest Bloody
We the young niggas turn nothing into something
Pew-pew-pew, these stick still drumming
Gang gon' shoot shit like Klay Thompson
On gang, these bands and drip too awesome
Flu hunnids on me just like Slauson
These racks on me, bitch, I'm still balling
Big ass B just like it's Boston
Really slimy, triple cross you
I ain't worried 'bout no problem
[Verse 1: Nezzus]
Got this drip, a thousand island
And my blood don't got no stylist
This top floor shit is going Miley
My bank account look just like mileage
This Glock 19 on me is silencеd
My gang in love with violence
My shootеr from the island
We up, nigga, it's our time
Pull up thirty glicks, lil' bitch, we wilding
We've been racking up sticks and money still piling
Niggas ain't on shit and thats they problem
Real rockstar, can't wear no Prada
We only can speak about a dollar
We counting his shit, new money a hour
We stay at the top of the tower
We too top floor, this shit like power
This big B-roll, it got you sour
I can't be stepping with no coward
I've been counting, these racks so long
This shit keep on thumbing
Switch up states, I'm still getting money
Laughing to the bank like this shit funny
Huh, you niggas be broke and bummy
I'm eating too good, not crummy
I'm the biggest Bloody
We the young niggas turn nothing into something
Pew-pew-pew, these stick still drumming
Gang gon' shoot shit like Klay Thompson
On gang, these bands and drip too awesome
Flu hunnids on me just like Slauson
These racks on me, bitch, I'm still balling
Big ass B just like it's Boston
Really slimy, triple cross you
I ain't worried 'bout no problem
[Verse 1: Nezzus]
Got this drip, a thousand island
And my blood don't got no stylist
This top floor shit is going Miley
My bank account look just like mileage
This Glock 19 on me is silencеd
My gang in love with violence
My shootеr from the island
We up, nigga, it's our time
Pull up thirty glicks, lil' bitch, we wilding
We've been racking up sticks and money still piling
Niggas ain't on shit and thats they problem
Real rockstar, can't wear no Prada
We only can speak about a dollar
We counting his shit, new money a hour
We stay at the top of the tower
We too top floor, this shit like power
This big B-roll, it got you sour
I can't be stepping with no coward
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