Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay paid
Aye
Back once again and you know I want smoke
Make me drop a band on you
Made it today, gave it away
Head going whack, homie
In it for the money, got the live doing back flips
That's a lot of weight, homie
You can get a zip from everybody around here
And you ain't gotta wait on it
Knocking all crack rock early in the morning
Hold up, it ain't got no bag on it
Undercover cop called, just been in the corner
Don't move, they gonna have to chase him
Running in my head, steady thinking like damn
Can't let him find his thing, homie
Just because I'm black when I scream, don't shoot
They still might bang, homie
We in a truck to the night to the Sky Show
After that, then it's back to see Pablo
Don't have to ask who he at, it's the hollow
Disrespecting that price, kind of hollow
Probably pay what you like, know what I know
Front you work, wish you were running off on me
I'm from the G. I play the ave with the white
You know that had to be my wife
Just like my father and he was a gun
Which means I was born as a knife
So fuck trying to shoot in the dark
Because I'll hook you down in the light
I lost my dogs in the same fight
They came back and hit us the same night
It was a couple of minutes like how did they find us
Man, some shit just ain't right
Don't trust these niggas, fuck everybody
Feds, they been snatching up everybody
I do not hang on the same block
I knock off that work and I change spots
I am not beefing with niggas
I'm too busy, ducking rain drops
I heard when it rains, it'll pour
I heard in Miami, I stay dry back
Once again, then you know I won't smoke
Made me drop a band on you
Made that, today, gave that away like
Here go and whack, homie
In it for the money, got the loud doing back flips
That's a lot of weight, homie
You can get a zip from everybody around here
And you ain't got to wait on it
Knocking off crack rock early in the morning
Hold up, it ain't got no bake on it
Undercover cop car just bend the corner
Don't move, they might have to chase, homie
Running in my head, steady thinking like damn
Can't let him find this thang on me
Just because I'm black when I scream, don't shoot
They still might bang on
Hundred million dollars with my eyes on
Matter of fact, I'ma need some more money
Got a little dick, now she comfortable as shit
I'm like, you know you gotta go, honey
No, you can't stay
I'm about to call you a lyft
Plus, I think she stole from me
She want the rocks on my wrist
I'm from the low
We don't trust none of these bitches
And don't believe them not as far as I pitch them I oversee them like I'm facing a midget a rap nigga, I wish he dissed me, because it might be fun
I don't see no competition
I've been on the run
They can't catch me
Gingerbread man on the gram still posting
And my page ain't private let it show
Knowing gosh damn well that the feds still lurking
From the Ave to the Ave, we lit
Having lunch with the plug
Told him send me more Purple keep
Bragging bout the squares
Showed me 36 o's
I don't need a big gun, man
That shit for the show
Deuce deuce on me
I just gotta get close still
Living in the streets
You ain't even gotta search
Deuce deuce on me
I just gotta get close still
Living in the streets
You ain't even gotta search
Back once again
And you know I want smoke
Make me drop a band on you
Made that, today, gave that away like
Here go and whack, homie
In it for the money, got the loud doing back flips
That's a lot of weight, homie
You can get a zip from everybody around here
And you ain't got to wait on it
Knocking off crack rock early in the morning
Hold up, it ain't got no bake on it
Undercover cop car just bend the corner
Don't move, they might have to chase, homie
Running in my head, steady thinking like damn
Can't let him find this thang on me
Just because I'm black when I scream, don't shoot
They still might bang, homie