[Intro]
(Medusa, what you on, nigga?)
(We love you, Heavy)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Look
[Chorus]
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s
[Verse 1]
I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you (Yeah, yeah)
I spent my whole life in war, my life in danger
That's on my backpack with a stack and I'ma spank you (Baow, baow)
Gravedigger fuckin' spin 'em, gonna stain 'em
So many chains, they might get tangled
This pack what I'm smokin' famous
Fillin' places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers
YoungBoy just like Brucе Wayne
Paul Pierce, John Wall
This for to whеn I was locked up in the feds, ain't answer one call
Bitch, you know you better turn down, I'ma stand up
This money holdin' all my jeans down, can't pull my pants up
You seen 'em stop the stolo, spin around, unlock my window, thug
This clown-ass nigga gon' try to run then hit the ground as soon as it bust
Know I got it in the clutch
Do or die, no one to trust
Cold and my heart cold
Bangin' 'til I'm out of breath
Hustle 'til I can't no more
Smokin' joes to ease the stress
With my nigga, he a mess
We in the old model stock 'Vette
(Medusa, what you on, nigga?)
(We love you, Heavy)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Look
[Chorus]
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s
[Verse 1]
I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you (Yeah, yeah)
I spent my whole life in war, my life in danger
That's on my backpack with a stack and I'ma spank you (Baow, baow)
Gravedigger fuckin' spin 'em, gonna stain 'em
So many chains, they might get tangled
This pack what I'm smokin' famous
Fillin' places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers
YoungBoy just like Brucе Wayne
Paul Pierce, John Wall
This for to whеn I was locked up in the feds, ain't answer one call
Bitch, you know you better turn down, I'ma stand up
This money holdin' all my jeans down, can't pull my pants up
You seen 'em stop the stolo, spin around, unlock my window, thug
This clown-ass nigga gon' try to run then hit the ground as soon as it bust
Know I got it in the clutch
Do or die, no one to trust
Cold and my heart cold
Bangin' 'til I'm out of breath
Hustle 'til I can't no more
Smokin' joes to ease the stress
With my nigga, he a mess
We in the old model stock 'Vette
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