[Chorus]
Ain't gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spend that one on these niggas, got a bag on they head, but it still for free
I got the bags, I front out P's, ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD, wanna smoke and they out, put a stick on me
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on they ass
Checkin' the show as you say you get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
Fell for the A's, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a fuck nigga mad, we stomp on they ass, we still on they ass
[Verse 1]
Yeah, runnin' them racks, I make these bluе digits
I pay with them blues like stimulus chеcks
I'm on your ass, I'll make you fuck on your wife, you pull up and beat up the neck
I gotta check like I sound when I can, all a nigga think about, nights, flats
I got a Glock and the drum and the rifle, ain't worry 'bout the gangstas, they all in the net
I fuck with Molly, I'm sowin' the seeds, I might go to Falley and fuck up a check
So, so much is out in the trap, how I [?] sweat, I go 'head and get 'em a vet
Skrr-skrr, hey, yeah, skrr-skrr, got bails
Make too many mill' with the mail, I might just go send a [?]
Yeah, I'm still on they ass, I know they prayin' I fell
Ain't no more stitchin' to twelve, they rather be dead but care about twelve
I know they mad, [?]
I ain't worryin' 'bout no bad investing, I invest in bails
I got [?], they don't see the jail
They get on yo' ass, they all got a hammer, they walk through the county jail (Let's go)
And take it to trial, they reachin' [?], ain't nobody gotta tell (Come on)
I went [?], when I go up again, I'ma bring my crew
Ain't gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spend that one on these niggas, got a bag on they head, but it still for free
I got the bags, I front out P's, ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD, wanna smoke and they out, put a stick on me
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on they ass
Checkin' the show as you say you get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
Fell for the A's, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a fuck nigga mad, we stomp on they ass, we still on they ass
[Verse 1]
Yeah, runnin' them racks, I make these bluе digits
I pay with them blues like stimulus chеcks
I'm on your ass, I'll make you fuck on your wife, you pull up and beat up the neck
I gotta check like I sound when I can, all a nigga think about, nights, flats
I got a Glock and the drum and the rifle, ain't worry 'bout the gangstas, they all in the net
I fuck with Molly, I'm sowin' the seeds, I might go to Falley and fuck up a check
So, so much is out in the trap, how I [?] sweat, I go 'head and get 'em a vet
Skrr-skrr, hey, yeah, skrr-skrr, got bails
Make too many mill' with the mail, I might just go send a [?]
Yeah, I'm still on they ass, I know they prayin' I fell
Ain't no more stitchin' to twelve, they rather be dead but care about twelve
I know they mad, [?]
I ain't worryin' 'bout no bad investing, I invest in bails
I got [?], they don't see the jail
They get on yo' ass, they all got a hammer, they walk through the county jail (Let's go)
And take it to trial, they reachin' [?], ain't nobody gotta tell (Come on)
I went [?], when I go up again, I'ma bring my crew
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