Leaving the house with nothing- guaranteed I'm making something
Big face skunnits no more Bumming
Piece and cheeks bussing dubs no dubbin
6100 Buddy Gang Green Gunning
She thinks this a love connection I'm here for her debit
Three phones one for cracking blues - one for Grade A selling
Last phone for my shordies no calls I just voice txt em
I ain't into story telling unless I'm booking on the checking's
Saving it's Amazing how I came for up from depression
Chasing Wells watch how far I go to feed all my dependents
I'm the the Mack don't make up shit I'll cover your blemish
In the trap bench pressing you can't have all my attention
50 shots in the weapon leave em drunk like some Effen
Niggas really urkle with some tatts claiming they Stephen
Chocolate love that melanin come here lil nest quick
I know tho that I can f*ck but are someone I can invest with
Opps tried to kill me so I'm out here on my vest shit
This dinesty I'm building swear I'll kill you to protect it
Stacking money Only Crafty niggas in my section
Diamond backs in my pocket I don't need a f*cking necklace
Leaving the house with nothing- guaranteed I'm making something
Big face skunnits no more Bumming
Piece and cheeks bussing dubs no dubbin
6100 Buddy Gang Green Gunning
I can finance ya claim call me ya adjuster
You bowling with a king pin safe in my Gutter
Tear that puddy up hurricane wind to some shutters
Hates when I say hoe so I call her my Lil shovel
Talking shit about me everything you said ya mother
Ar out the window sounding like a broken muffler
Talking bout flipping work you a middle man customer
How you talking bout her pussy and you ain't even f*cking her
Idolizing trap it's more ways to be a hustler
Don't let them fool you don't let em trick you don't be a sucker
Broke- go find ya lane and get it no one gone feed ya hunger
See the lies when you look in their eyes and they start to stutter
From upppp but my homies say my accent got southern
Ocean God Lil waves getting smuthered
Shoots fired it rumbled ya house like some thunder
Pop out in hoodie season I don't really f*ck with summer
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Leaving the house with nothing- guaranteed I'm making something
Big face skunnits no more Bumming
Piece and cheeks bussing dubs no dubbin
6100 Buddy Gang Green Gunning
She thinks this a love connection I'm here for her debit
Three phones one for cracking blues - one for Grade A selling
Last phone for my shordies no calls I just voice txt em
I ain't into story telling unless I'm booking on the checking's
Saving it's Amazing how I came for up from depression
Chasing Wells watch how far I go to feed all my dependents
I'm the the Mack don't make up shit I'll cover your blemish
In the trap bench pressing you can't have all my attention
50 shots in the weapon leave em drunk like some Effen
Niggas really urkle with some tatts claiming they Stephen
Chocolate love that melanin come here lil nest quick
I know tho that I can f*ck but are someone I can invest with
Opps tried to kill me so I'm out here on my vest shit
This dinesty I'm building swear I'll kill you to protect it
Stacking money Only Crafty niggas in my section
Diamond backs in my pocket I don't need a f*cking necklace
Leaving the house with nothing- guaranteed I'm making something
Big face skunnits no more Bumming
Piece and cheeks bussing dubs no dubbin
6100 Buddy Gang Green Gunning
I can finance ya claim call me ya adjuster
You bowling with a king pin safe in my Gutter
Tear that puddy up hurricane wind to some shutters
Hates when I say hoe so I call her my Lil shovel
Talking shit about me everything you said ya mother
Ar out the window sounding like a broken muffler
Talking bout flipping work you a middle man customer
How you talking bout her pussy and you ain't even f*cking her
Idolizing trap it's more ways to be a hustler
Don't let them fool you don't let em trick you don't be a sucker
Broke- go find ya lane and get it no one gone feed ya hunger
See the lies when you look in their eyes and they start to stutter
From upppp but my homies say my accent got southern
Ocean God Lil waves getting smuthered
Shoots fired it rumbled ya house like some thunder
Pop out in hoodie season I don't really f*ck with summer
Big face skunnits no more Bumming
Piece and cheeks bussing dubs no dubbin
6100 Buddy Gang Green Gunning
She thinks this a love connection I'm here for her debit
Three phones one for cracking blues - one for Grade A selling
Last phone for my shordies no calls I just voice txt em
I ain't into story telling unless I'm booking on the checking's
Saving it's Amazing how I came for up from depression
Chasing Wells watch how far I go to feed all my dependents
I'm the the Mack don't make up shit I'll cover your blemish
In the trap bench pressing you can't have all my attention
50 shots in the weapon leave em drunk like some Effen
Niggas really urkle with some tatts claiming they Stephen
Chocolate love that melanin come here lil nest quick
I know tho that I can f*ck but are someone I can invest with
Opps tried to kill me so I'm out here on my vest shit
This dinesty I'm building swear I'll kill you to protect it
Stacking money Only Crafty niggas in my section
Diamond backs in my pocket I don't need a f*cking necklace
Leaving the house with nothing- guaranteed I'm making something
Big face skunnits no more Bumming
Piece and cheeks bussing dubs no dubbin
6100 Buddy Gang Green Gunning
I can finance ya claim call me ya adjuster
You bowling with a king pin safe in my Gutter
Tear that puddy up hurricane wind to some shutters
Hates when I say hoe so I call her my Lil shovel
Talking shit about me everything you said ya mother
Ar out the window sounding like a broken muffler
Talking bout flipping work you a middle man customer
How you talking bout her pussy and you ain't even f*cking her
Idolizing trap it's more ways to be a hustler
Don't let them fool you don't let em trick you don't be a sucker
Broke- go find ya lane and get it no one gone feed ya hunger
See the lies when you look in their eyes and they start to stutter
From upppp but my homies say my accent got southern
Ocean God Lil waves getting smuthered
Shoots fired it rumbled ya house like some thunder
Pop out in hoodie season I don't really f*ck with summer
Writer: J Grant
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