[Hook]
It's alright
It's alright
Count another thousand, it's alright
Count another thousand, it's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Count another band, it's alright
Count another band, it's alright
Cooking up the dope, it's alright
Fuck another hoe, it's alright
Cook some dope, it's alright
Flip a 'bow, it's alright
Hey
It's alright
Count another band, it's alright
2 more bands, it's alright
2 more bands, it's alright
[Verse]
DT we gone be good, ain't we
Top side gone get us out the hood, ain't it
Fat Mack keep him a pint, don't he
Tay blood a take a nigga life, won't he
Pin den a fuck a nigga wife, won't he
Red got some white on him
Feel like fighting no more
Red beam right em
81 like Kobe
Strapped up, dike on em
Run through the lights on em
7 mile and Van Dyke
With onions, felling like the coney
Cook a nigga, rice-a-roni
Busting with these diamonds on me
Nigga waisting time
Don't cross that line, I'll shoot that lining off you
Halo tips sliding off you
Skuba Steve
Diving off a mountain in narcotics
Work compression, get robotics
All my niggas alcoholics
So we still a get the tripping whipping bands on us, can't call it
50 racks in my closet
Selling slabs
No deposits
Through your rent, and we run it
I don't think my shit stink
Yeah, dat way nigga
Hit yo bitch from behind, she got a back ache nigga
Lactaid nigga
When I get that pack in, dumb ass
Put a 3 on it
If I don't they gone OD on it
Dying from work
We got fiends dying from raw
Dying from a call
If we hear you lie to the law
Family and all
It's alright, we racking ARs
B-A-Rs
She stuff the in her BK draws
Ughhhh
They mad cause the shit we rap real, ain't they
Oh it's that normal ass hater, ain't it
Ain't it
Aye
It's a problem, ain't it
My niggas mobbing, ain't we
Yo niggas squating, ain't they
You think you got it, don't you
You know we got it, don't you
Drop a body, choppa sliding out the town and country
Hell yeah
Elvis, best white
You seen the smell, yeah
Tell them
We got big guns a held them
Kill dem
Fuck a bitch, throw her off the building
Hell yeah
I just cook some dope up with my band man
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Them niggas that you see with me, they hit the lights
It's alright
It's alright
Count another thousand, it's alright
Count another thousand, it's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Count another band, it's alright
Count another band, it's alright
Cooking up the dope, it's alright
Fuck another hoe, it's alright
Cook some dope, it's alright
Flip a 'bow, it's alright
Hey
It's alright
Count another band, it's alright
2 more bands, it's alright
2 more bands, it's alright
[Verse]
DT we gone be good, ain't we
Top side gone get us out the hood, ain't it
Fat Mack keep him a pint, don't he
Tay blood a take a nigga life, won't he
Pin den a fuck a nigga wife, won't he
Red got some white on him
Feel like fighting no more
Red beam right em
81 like Kobe
Strapped up, dike on em
Run through the lights on em
7 mile and Van Dyke
With onions, felling like the coney
Cook a nigga, rice-a-roni
Busting with these diamonds on me
Nigga waisting time
Don't cross that line, I'll shoot that lining off you
Halo tips sliding off you
Skuba Steve
Diving off a mountain in narcotics
Work compression, get robotics
All my niggas alcoholics
So we still a get the tripping whipping bands on us, can't call it
50 racks in my closet
Selling slabs
No deposits
Through your rent, and we run it
I don't think my shit stink
Yeah, dat way nigga
Hit yo bitch from behind, she got a back ache nigga
Lactaid nigga
When I get that pack in, dumb ass
Put a 3 on it
If I don't they gone OD on it
Dying from work
We got fiends dying from raw
Dying from a call
If we hear you lie to the law
Family and all
It's alright, we racking ARs
B-A-Rs
She stuff the in her BK draws
Ughhhh
They mad cause the shit we rap real, ain't they
Oh it's that normal ass hater, ain't it
Ain't it
Aye
It's a problem, ain't it
My niggas mobbing, ain't we
Yo niggas squating, ain't they
You think you got it, don't you
You know we got it, don't you
Drop a body, choppa sliding out the town and country
Hell yeah
Elvis, best white
You seen the smell, yeah
Tell them
We got big guns a held them
Kill dem
Fuck a bitch, throw her off the building
Hell yeah
I just cook some dope up with my band man
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Them niggas that you see with me, they hit the lights
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