8 million stories n****
take y'all n***** somewhere man
you n***** never heard n***** rhyme like this before man
this ain't no wizard of oz s*** neither man
for real man, hey yo
surgical gloves snubs in the grass with his blood
homey hold that the fo black we black down gold jag
o laughin' yo hey yo man what the f*** happened?
they clapped him in the scalp and flew that way
yo why they capped him? it went through his left
s*****ed his automars pink gat
took his man gold get at
he painted it slave blocks aimin' it
hit a child, this is foul
but his style with his flamer flamin' s***
teddy with the red Range
supercharged Kangols
rae and ghost cd in his change-o
angel, spanish kid lingo
all i know is where he hang tho
kept it sideways, angle
good brush tough talk keep it real daddy got them thing-o's
I respect on how the game goes
the same goes for get fresh n***** test n*****
extra bless n***** with them egos
we blow you out ya pee coats
haha adios migos
we get them 12 a key-o
keep it movin' slide off in the Geos
freeloaders the d's over
ya s*** don't sell no more
breeze over
chorus:
money, gear, drugs, guns, good years
all my n***** sit smellin' the tears
cookin' snow white it's just the pro life
never livin' off fear
we all millionaires now where my shares
money you know the code drug money, gear money baby
money you know we fold the stash over it's cash blowers yea
money so when the d's come we f***** grab the boats yea
money spend off I got my wind off half a ? yea
x-6 is red
up in albany with the dreads
bags of black f*** the feds
paper's in aruba
his gold tuba from Bermuda in my livin' room spreads
cameras action got the calico craig
where the food at?
hood jewelry on I gots to do that
long chain hatchet flooded up you knew that
baby blue mack stones on the nozzle stick
bulletproof brothels with the jew b******
all I got is two cracks Gazelle lenses clear blue wraps
baggin every ziplock and my people sit around cops split that
high pokin' white kit kats
we sell up in the hood, goin door to door
every floor, every get back
my gangsta s*** get gats, for every man here go a gram
meet me by my drophead and drop ya lip back
47 quick claps
spray off mu-f****
-chorus-
spray on one a y'all man
streets is mine, n****
you know how we do, for real
straight up this how we playin right now man
cuz the streets man
streets is makin' y'all n***** see man, but some of y'all n***** is blind
take y'all n***** somewhere man
you n***** never heard n***** rhyme like this before man
this ain't no wizard of oz s*** neither man
for real man, hey yo
surgical gloves snubs in the grass with his blood
homey hold that the fo black we black down gold jag
o laughin' yo hey yo man what the f*** happened?
they clapped him in the scalp and flew that way
yo why they capped him? it went through his left
s*****ed his automars pink gat
took his man gold get at
he painted it slave blocks aimin' it
hit a child, this is foul
but his style with his flamer flamin' s***
teddy with the red Range
supercharged Kangols
rae and ghost cd in his change-o
angel, spanish kid lingo
all i know is where he hang tho
kept it sideways, angle
good brush tough talk keep it real daddy got them thing-o's
I respect on how the game goes
the same goes for get fresh n***** test n*****
extra bless n***** with them egos
we blow you out ya pee coats
haha adios migos
we get them 12 a key-o
keep it movin' slide off in the Geos
freeloaders the d's over
ya s*** don't sell no more
breeze over
chorus:
money, gear, drugs, guns, good years
all my n***** sit smellin' the tears
cookin' snow white it's just the pro life
never livin' off fear
we all millionaires now where my shares
money you know the code drug money, gear money baby
money you know we fold the stash over it's cash blowers yea
money so when the d's come we f***** grab the boats yea
money spend off I got my wind off half a ? yea
x-6 is red
up in albany with the dreads
bags of black f*** the feds
paper's in aruba
his gold tuba from Bermuda in my livin' room spreads
cameras action got the calico craig
where the food at?
hood jewelry on I gots to do that
long chain hatchet flooded up you knew that
baby blue mack stones on the nozzle stick
bulletproof brothels with the jew b******
all I got is two cracks Gazelle lenses clear blue wraps
baggin every ziplock and my people sit around cops split that
high pokin' white kit kats
we sell up in the hood, goin door to door
every floor, every get back
my gangsta s*** get gats, for every man here go a gram
meet me by my drophead and drop ya lip back
47 quick claps
spray off mu-f****
-chorus-
spray on one a y'all man
streets is mine, n****
you know how we do, for real
straight up this how we playin right now man
cuz the streets man
streets is makin' y'all n***** see man, but some of y'all n***** is blind