Uh-huh
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
What you heard nigga?
Uh, look, free J Batters, my guy (free my nigga)
I light up a packy full of gas and strategize
And think how I'm about to capitalize and see my capital rise
Bags maximized, the Glocks TECs and the MACs is mine (that's mine too)
Mastermind, you flow ain't polished I mastered mine
My last design gave me this classic vibes
Niggas violated, we has to slide (brrt)
(Mhm)
Niggas violated, we has to slide (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Look, nigga, I can get you wacked for five
Shooter run down and clap the side of your face and don't bat an eye (uh-huh)
When I cross the line God strike me if I spat a lie (God strike me)
Sold eight, played with snow too, God, I'm Allen I (hahaha)
I don't need rap, I'll just contact my guy
He throwin' bricks like Shaq at the line when he was past his prime (ah)
Two bank accounts but I was more of a money under the mattress guy
Buckshot his leg and burned half his thigh (boom)
Don't act surprised when you walk in the Louis store
And they say "I'm sorry we don't have that design" (talk to em')
Virgil made a one of one jacket and told me that's it's mine
No rapper alive has a catalogue to match with mine (not at all)
No rapper is fly except the guy with the patch on eye
You get outta line, we gon' slide then it's ratchet time (brrt)
Ain't nobody passed me a dime for this shit nigga
I just had to stack and grind
I just had to come and take back what's mine (I'm back nigga)
Niggas hated on me and that was fine (that's cool)
Teacher said I wasn't gon' be shit I told her "That's a lie"
I fraternized with niggas that sell 'em whole
They don't even unwrap the pile, five hundred bricks smack supply (uh-huh)
(Nigga we gon' get big money, nigga)
One thousand bricks smack supply (woo)
Ask your guys, The Machine, the nigga responsible for keepin' Grimey rap alive, nigga
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Free J Batters, my guy (free my nigga)
I light up a packy full of gas and strategize
And think how I'm about to capitalize and see my capital rise
Bags maximized, the Glocks TECs and the MACs is mine (that's mine too)
Mastermind, you flow ain't polished I mastered mine
My last design gave me this classic vibes
Niggas violated, we has to slide (brrt)
(Mhm)
Niggas violated, we has to slide (talk to 'em)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
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Uh-huh
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
What you heard nigga?
Uh, look, free J Batters, my guy (free my nigga)
I light up a packy full of gas and strategize
And think how I'm about to capitalize and see my capital rise
Bags maximized, the Glocks TECs and the MACs is mine (that's mine too)
Mastermind, you flow ain't polished I mastered mine
My last design gave me this classic vibes
Niggas violated, we has to slide (brrt)
(Mhm)
Niggas violated, we has to slide (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Look, nigga, I can get you wacked for five
Shooter run down and clap the side of your face and don't bat an eye (uh-huh)
When I cross the line God strike me if I spat a lie (God strike me)
Sold eight, played with snow too, God, I'm Allen I (hahaha)
I don't need rap, I'll just contact my guy
He throwin' bricks like Shaq at the line when he was past his prime (ah)
Two bank accounts but I was more of a money under the mattress guy
Buckshot his leg and burned half his thigh (boom)
Don't act surprised when you walk in the Louis store
And they say "I'm sorry we don't have that design" (talk to em')
Virgil made a one of one jacket and told me that's it's mine
No rapper alive has a catalogue to match with mine (not at all)
No rapper is fly except the guy with the patch on eye
You get outta line, we gon' slide then it's ratchet time (brrt)
Ain't nobody passed me a dime for this shit nigga
I just had to stack and grind
I just had to come and take back what's mine (I'm back nigga)
Niggas hated on me and that was fine (that's cool)
Teacher said I wasn't gon' be shit I told her "That's a lie"
I fraternized with niggas that sell 'em whole
They don't even unwrap the pile, five hundred bricks smack supply (uh-huh)
(Nigga we gon' get big money, nigga)
One thousand bricks smack supply (woo)
Ask your guys, The Machine, the nigga responsible for keepin' Grimey rap alive, nigga
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Free J Batters, my guy (free my nigga)
I light up a packy full of gas and strategize
And think how I'm about to capitalize and see my capital rise
Bags maximized, the Glocks TECs and the MACs is mine (that's mine too)
Mastermind, you flow ain't polished I mastered mine
My last design gave me this classic vibes
Niggas violated, we has to slide (brrt)
(Mhm)
Niggas violated, we has to slide (talk to 'em)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
What you heard nigga?
Uh, look, free J Batters, my guy (free my nigga)
I light up a packy full of gas and strategize
And think how I'm about to capitalize and see my capital rise
Bags maximized, the Glocks TECs and the MACs is mine (that's mine too)
Mastermind, you flow ain't polished I mastered mine
My last design gave me this classic vibes
Niggas violated, we has to slide (brrt)
(Mhm)
Niggas violated, we has to slide (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Look, nigga, I can get you wacked for five
Shooter run down and clap the side of your face and don't bat an eye (uh-huh)
When I cross the line God strike me if I spat a lie (God strike me)
Sold eight, played with snow too, God, I'm Allen I (hahaha)
I don't need rap, I'll just contact my guy
He throwin' bricks like Shaq at the line when he was past his prime (ah)
Two bank accounts but I was more of a money under the mattress guy
Buckshot his leg and burned half his thigh (boom)
Don't act surprised when you walk in the Louis store
And they say "I'm sorry we don't have that design" (talk to em')
Virgil made a one of one jacket and told me that's it's mine
No rapper alive has a catalogue to match with mine (not at all)
No rapper is fly except the guy with the patch on eye
You get outta line, we gon' slide then it's ratchet time (brrt)
Ain't nobody passed me a dime for this shit nigga
I just had to stack and grind
I just had to come and take back what's mine (I'm back nigga)
Niggas hated on me and that was fine (that's cool)
Teacher said I wasn't gon' be shit I told her "That's a lie"
I fraternized with niggas that sell 'em whole
They don't even unwrap the pile, five hundred bricks smack supply (uh-huh)
(Nigga we gon' get big money, nigga)
One thousand bricks smack supply (woo)
Ask your guys, The Machine, the nigga responsible for keepin' Grimey rap alive, nigga
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Free J Batters, my guy (free my nigga)
I light up a packy full of gas and strategize
And think how I'm about to capitalize and see my capital rise
Bags maximized, the Glocks TECs and the MACs is mine (that's mine too)
Mastermind, you flow ain't polished I mastered mine
My last design gave me this classic vibes
Niggas violated, we has to slide (brrt)
(Mhm)
Niggas violated, we has to slide (talk to 'em)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Writer: Demond Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network