[Intro]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
[Verse 1: Nuk]
Plenty times I could've died
They say the feds be in my Live
Watch how them shells hit that whip, you'd think you [?][0:21]
I got some G7 shh I get off for the high
I do TAs by the button, boy, I get off on the fly
We like [?][0:29] five-sevens coming through that tint
I love the ghetto, plus I got some Ghetto Boyz that's out in Flint
[?][0:34] bus route
Dogfood and gunpowder
My trap gon' always keep me with some traffic just like rush hour
Trapping like it's fun to me
Pretty hoes and drug money
My bag gon' always keep me in these hoes because they love money
Y'all ain't really on what I be on, so keep it in these beats
They know I'm relying on that chop to keep my in these streets
Bitch, I'm so invested in this ice, so fuck your EDD
I became a dope boy off that rock, but I ain't DBC
Bitch, I gotta move these bands, can I use your coochie please?
In Tennessee selling city girl, but I ain't QC P
[Chorus: Nuk]
I ran up 'bout two hundred K, boy, we got so many made
The feds probably try to press my mama tryna get a name
Had to get up out that stage, they hating that we out here paid
My fiend'll even shoot it through her foot to try to hit that vein
The other side been covering they ears, they tired of hearing bangs
My opps'll even send it through the hook to try to get my gang
.223s'll move 'em off they block, bully ball
Swear these niggas just like dogs and cat, these niggas pussy talk
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
[Verse 1: Nuk]
Plenty times I could've died
They say the feds be in my Live
Watch how them shells hit that whip, you'd think you [?][0:21]
I got some G7 shh I get off for the high
I do TAs by the button, boy, I get off on the fly
We like [?][0:29] five-sevens coming through that tint
I love the ghetto, plus I got some Ghetto Boyz that's out in Flint
[?][0:34] bus route
Dogfood and gunpowder
My trap gon' always keep me with some traffic just like rush hour
Trapping like it's fun to me
Pretty hoes and drug money
My bag gon' always keep me in these hoes because they love money
Y'all ain't really on what I be on, so keep it in these beats
They know I'm relying on that chop to keep my in these streets
Bitch, I'm so invested in this ice, so fuck your EDD
I became a dope boy off that rock, but I ain't DBC
Bitch, I gotta move these bands, can I use your coochie please?
In Tennessee selling city girl, but I ain't QC P
[Chorus: Nuk]
I ran up 'bout two hundred K, boy, we got so many made
The feds probably try to press my mama tryna get a name
Had to get up out that stage, they hating that we out here paid
My fiend'll even shoot it through her foot to try to hit that vein
The other side been covering they ears, they tired of hearing bangs
My opps'll even send it through the hook to try to get my gang
.223s'll move 'em off they block, bully ball
Swear these niggas just like dogs and cat, these niggas pussy talk
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