[Intro]
(What you gon' do with all that cash?)
Uh
[Chorus: Scorey]
Okay, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, my .40 cocked in it
I started trappin', had a dream, hit the block with it
Pull up on the scene, in a Beam' with some thots in it
My hands clean, all I need is some knots in it
A beam and the Glock wit' it, whole lot of shots in it
Pull up and we wettin' up the scene, I don't box niggas
Lately, I've been talkin' to my demons a lot
I been tryna heal the damage with the beans that I pop
[Verse 1: Scorey]
All my niggas pop shit, better not get clean with this mop
Step on any nigga that been gettin' seen with the opps
Hit his blind side, all that nigga seen was a dot
Movin' lazy, I've been throwin' all this lean in my pop
Okay, touch down on 'em, nigga, side with the Scoresum
I see thеy been slidin', it's to make sure that the scorе up
Ever since we took a L, my lil' niggas turnt up
Twizzy get to blickin' with that stick, he tryna burn some
Every mornin' clickin' on that strip, that's when the first-come
Actin' stupid hit him in his shit, I bet he learned some
We be in the hood until the mornin' when them birds come
Smoke him like a 'Wood, all that mournin' won't return him
(What you gon' do with all that cash?)
Uh
[Chorus: Scorey]
Okay, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, my .40 cocked in it
I started trappin', had a dream, hit the block with it
Pull up on the scene, in a Beam' with some thots in it
My hands clean, all I need is some knots in it
A beam and the Glock wit' it, whole lot of shots in it
Pull up and we wettin' up the scene, I don't box niggas
Lately, I've been talkin' to my demons a lot
I been tryna heal the damage with the beans that I pop
[Verse 1: Scorey]
All my niggas pop shit, better not get clean with this mop
Step on any nigga that been gettin' seen with the opps
Hit his blind side, all that nigga seen was a dot
Movin' lazy, I've been throwin' all this lean in my pop
Okay, touch down on 'em, nigga, side with the Scoresum
I see thеy been slidin', it's to make sure that the scorе up
Ever since we took a L, my lil' niggas turnt up
Twizzy get to blickin' with that stick, he tryna burn some
Every mornin' clickin' on that strip, that's when the first-come
Actin' stupid hit him in his shit, I bet he learned some
We be in the hood until the mornin' when them birds come
Smoke him like a 'Wood, all that mournin' won't return him
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