[Intro: Sideshow]
Yeah, nah where the sheets at?
You got the sheets?
Aight, for sure nigga, I'm dryin' the funnel right now nigga chill the fuck out
[Verse 1: Sideshow]
My father the accountant, show me how the money work
My homie the plug, sold me hundred pounds of work
But the homie fucked up, his money poppin' all them percs
Got cut off, now I'm poppin', let's just say all them niggas hurt
My brother, Rico, they shot him, swear to God it hurt me
Need to see my OP blood as he leave Earth
I sold my OG drugs, it wasn't worth it
'Cause the last time I seen him man, he was slurrin' his words
Realize sometimes it's ignorance I prefer
Gives me peace of mind, 'cause I'm knowin', that knowing's much worse
Sold drugs, slipped the money inside of my mom's purse
'Cause before I love the money, I'm lovin' my moms first
I need that western bread, then I'm going east with it
Tell the queen I need some head
But shawty I won't never beg
I got a .30 by my briefs I might bust that 12 with
And I been in the field for the stretch
Niggas talking mad shit, get pressed
Niggas popping mad pills, that's press
Niggas flexing mad bills, they next
On my list, I stressed
I don't need nobody's acceptance
And homie I don't need respect
Matter fact, I'ma need your necklace
And when I slide, your pride I'ma leave you with
Check his pockets, take his shoes, and leave no witness
'Cause I don't need police in my shit
Need some money to free Fleezy with
Need some seeds to plant some trees with it
Bands infused to feed my people with
Been in the dark and now they see we lit
Got niggas mad, they girl with me and her bikini strippin'
Seeing better days from all the Ps that we flipped
Duckin' 12, COVID-19, and all these lynchings
Keep my G lock in a mask man, I don't need no symptoms
And my sheets and funnel
Yeah, nah where the sheets at?
You got the sheets?
Aight, for sure nigga, I'm dryin' the funnel right now nigga chill the fuck out
[Verse 1: Sideshow]
My father the accountant, show me how the money work
My homie the plug, sold me hundred pounds of work
But the homie fucked up, his money poppin' all them percs
Got cut off, now I'm poppin', let's just say all them niggas hurt
My brother, Rico, they shot him, swear to God it hurt me
Need to see my OP blood as he leave Earth
I sold my OG drugs, it wasn't worth it
'Cause the last time I seen him man, he was slurrin' his words
Realize sometimes it's ignorance I prefer
Gives me peace of mind, 'cause I'm knowin', that knowing's much worse
Sold drugs, slipped the money inside of my mom's purse
'Cause before I love the money, I'm lovin' my moms first
I need that western bread, then I'm going east with it
Tell the queen I need some head
But shawty I won't never beg
I got a .30 by my briefs I might bust that 12 with
And I been in the field for the stretch
Niggas talking mad shit, get pressed
Niggas popping mad pills, that's press
Niggas flexing mad bills, they next
On my list, I stressed
I don't need nobody's acceptance
And homie I don't need respect
Matter fact, I'ma need your necklace
And when I slide, your pride I'ma leave you with
Check his pockets, take his shoes, and leave no witness
'Cause I don't need police in my shit
Need some money to free Fleezy with
Need some seeds to plant some trees with it
Bands infused to feed my people with
Been in the dark and now they see we lit
Got niggas mad, they girl with me and her bikini strippin'
Seeing better days from all the Ps that we flipped
Duckin' 12, COVID-19, and all these lynchings
Keep my G lock in a mask man, I don't need no symptoms
And my sheets and funnel
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