[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Swear I done been through so much shit, you just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure, I just choke
They say we going broke, but I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this bitch, we get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young nigga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same, they ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when I'm swinging the door
These bitches ain't shit, boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These niggas mad a young nigga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Get a heat, I gotta play for keeps
Yeah that's one thing that I know
You niggas weak, boy they ain't street
'Cause they catch a case and they fold
You turn state, you niggas snakes
These hoes fake and I know
I don't play, I'm 1'5
OG of this shit on Candler Road
If it's 'bout the cash it's a go
I never go out bad for no ho
Them boys down bad and I know
That bag in for sure
Let me pop my shit, I been killing these hoes
We makin' it rain, pay rent in this ho
My diamonds they dancing, my neck full of gold
Close the VIP while equipped with the dough
I done seen a lot of shit that they don't know
Solid as a brick, nigga never fold
The pain in my eyes, all I do is smoke
All my friends died or they either down the road
I guess that's how the dice roll
Can't wait on no nigga, I get it and go
Don't play 'bout that cash, 'cause I done been broke
Swear I done been through so much shit, you just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure, I just choke
They say we going broke, but I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this bitch, we get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young nigga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same, they ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when I'm swinging the door
These bitches ain't shit, boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These niggas mad a young nigga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Get a heat, I gotta play for keeps
Yeah that's one thing that I know
You niggas weak, boy they ain't street
'Cause they catch a case and they fold
You turn state, you niggas snakes
These hoes fake and I know
I don't play, I'm 1'5
OG of this shit on Candler Road
If it's 'bout the cash it's a go
I never go out bad for no ho
Them boys down bad and I know
That bag in for sure
Let me pop my shit, I been killing these hoes
We makin' it rain, pay rent in this ho
My diamonds they dancing, my neck full of gold
Close the VIP while equipped with the dough
I done seen a lot of shit that they don't know
Solid as a brick, nigga never fold
The pain in my eyes, all I do is smoke
All my friends died or they either down the road
I guess that's how the dice roll
Can't wait on no nigga, I get it and go
Don't play 'bout that cash, 'cause I done been broke
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