(Luh Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Close that door when you come in here
Make sure the door closed (Make sure the door locked)
I still get in loads, I know Fat Boy gon' get that dope sold
I knew two OGs, don't give respect, we heard they both told
My lil' bro don't say nothin', he just
Spray somethin', you don't know Zone?
My lil' bro been locked up fightin' two cases, may not come home
Lil' bro know I'll fuck around, go broke 'cause I can't move on
I'ma keep appealin' that shit, I done blew three mill' on that shit
Lawyer talkin' 'bout coppin' a plea, but I ain't feelin' that shit
Yeah, they know us from hatin' on shit
55 The militant clique, I be tryna quit
Then they diss Red and we go spinnin' again
This shit ain't no secret, even OT keep my yeeky
I'm the one made opp clique up with police, they couldn't beat me
Slump a nigga over with this blower like he sleepy
Niggas drivin', be survivin', but the passengers be leakin', on God
We got like two Dracs and four handguns inside this Cullinan
Nigga say his niggas over there, you ain't talkin' 'bout none of us
I was sellin' O's and them M's, I'ma run it up
How you blow your bag on a bitch 'fore you put your mama up?
I just flew my FN and my chopper out to Louisville
Gee took me to Newburg 'fore the deal, I know what it is
Yeah, real street nigga, I don't know how to feel
I can help you get a pack or a hundred thousand pills
Told big bro, "You straight?" A nigga play, then we gon' do him in
Booted off that X, it make a mess, knocked off they brother's limbs
My lil' bitch slime, she set up niggas and I love her still
Uppercut so long, she say I better not take another pill
Trappin', drop that action in the water, this bitch gotta swim
Ballin' like they draft me as a starter, but I ain't touch a rim
Say you want that smoke, we get to fillin' up the ozone
Fuck around, see a minor with that iron in the red zone
My big bro make millions off that ice, we call him Frozone
I iced out my wrist like it was swollen from a broke bone
8:40 In the morning, I'm on Tubman workin' both phones
Quarter brick'll fit a pound of smoke, just got 'em both sold
He thought we was country, cappin', actin' like his dope strong
Send a nigga home without a dollar, but his dope gone
Really, thought here was everybody shine together
Bird control, I know birds flyin' any weather
I just bought a Richard, half a mill' on a Wednesday
Niggas talkin' 'bout Benz me, the opps talkin' 'bout end me
I keep that fire, so never mind security
Niggas talkin' 'bout paper, boy, I got that shit in jewelry
You may lose some blood and I may need a jury
'Bout that gangster shit, I swear to God it ain't no fear in me
Yeah, count that shit again
Just thumb through a couple mills, stacked it up in tens
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