[Intro]
(Marc Boomin)
[Verse 1]
Niggas askin' why my pants saggin'
Probably 'cause of this Glock .23, I'm never lackin'
Bitch keep callin', tryna ask what's our current status
Run into your crib like I need everything, rip up the whole mattress
The IRS gon' have to come and get me, I ain't payin' taxes
Niggas workin' for a job everyday, checkin' in with master
He was already down, I shot him again, he checked out faster
Tell a label come with a hundred million, they can have my masters
[Interlude]
Damn, I just forgot the next bar
What the fuck I just say?
I just—, no, no, no
What the fuck I just say?
[Verse 2]
None of my plays goin' through, it is just not my day
You don't look out for your niggas, that is just not okay
Nigga callin' me his mans and we just met today
You shoppin' with the wrong niggas, you just got your ass laced
Your mans might be hatin' on the low, test him and see if he two-faced
Them Rolex be too cheap, fuck the red and blue face
I'm 'bout to get this shit sold, I want the green and wock cases
I'm 'bout to hop out in the field, let me tie my shoelaces
Money comin' in in bags, it's like a nigga printin' paper
'Bout to make some fake IDs, I need some ink and printing paper
Choke slam a nigga on his back and beat his ass like Undertaker
How you want it? I'll square up with a nigga and chase him down with a laser
(Marc Boomin)
[Verse 1]
Niggas askin' why my pants saggin'
Probably 'cause of this Glock .23, I'm never lackin'
Bitch keep callin', tryna ask what's our current status
Run into your crib like I need everything, rip up the whole mattress
The IRS gon' have to come and get me, I ain't payin' taxes
Niggas workin' for a job everyday, checkin' in with master
He was already down, I shot him again, he checked out faster
Tell a label come with a hundred million, they can have my masters
[Interlude]
Damn, I just forgot the next bar
What the fuck I just say?
I just—, no, no, no
What the fuck I just say?
[Verse 2]
None of my plays goin' through, it is just not my day
You don't look out for your niggas, that is just not okay
Nigga callin' me his mans and we just met today
You shoppin' with the wrong niggas, you just got your ass laced
Your mans might be hatin' on the low, test him and see if he two-faced
Them Rolex be too cheap, fuck the red and blue face
I'm 'bout to get this shit sold, I want the green and wock cases
I'm 'bout to hop out in the field, let me tie my shoelaces
Money comin' in in bags, it's like a nigga printin' paper
'Bout to make some fake IDs, I need some ink and printing paper
Choke slam a nigga on his back and beat his ass like Undertaker
How you want it? I'll square up with a nigga and chase him down with a laser
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