[ Featuring Duece Dime Don ]
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Clamo city
Put your hands up
When you ask 'bout them boys in the Sc
We move fast and get cash every day
So with bags of the hay
We gone mash for the pay
Until the last of us passes away
So when you ask bout the boys in the Sc
We move fast and get cash every everyday
So wit bags o the hay we gone mash for the pay
Till the last of us passes away
This nigga could switch 'em up
See some broads and just pick em up
Fo sho dough I just pick it up
Where no hoe could just split it up
So I kick it and get it krunk
Wit some bitches that splitin blunts
While i'm spittin to hit the kitten
I'm sittin she fixin lunch
Now I'm pimping and eating brunch
Dismissing this schemin hunch
That this skeeza is in for Visa so I tease her and tell her once
Back when I was a dunce
Cnd tracks I ain't do that much
I used phillies to chief a sack
I ain't ask for no freaking Dutch
Now it's all sorts of gars and papers that's used for chiefin
But I paid for a couple cars wit papers that you could chief in
Safe to go get some freaks in
Take to go pick some beef in
Or leave the S.c.T. for a week and maybe the weekend
But we back to chillin tough
Wit our stacks and and our grill and stuff
Cnd the fact that we are not wack
Got our back so we real enough
To say that you are really f*cked
Or hoping for silly luck
Cause you joking you'll get to smoking
I ain't talkin like it's a muff
Ler from a damn whip or erb from that damn shit
If you blood go tell a cuz
He ain't thug wit his damn click
He'll get drug though a damn ditch
Or hulled with them damn clips
So them slugs'll make a rug
Out of stuff from his damn fit
Think you could handle it
I ain't playin like Hamlet
Cnd i'm sayin this shit i'm stating
Cin't nothin i'm playin wit
You thank that i'm playin bitch
I better see plans switch
Or my G's gone let em squeeze
Cnd say that's what that man gets
When you ask 'bout them boys in the Sc
We move fast and get cash every day
So with bags of the hay
We gone mash for the pay
Until the last of us passes away
So when you ask bout the boys in the Sc
We move fast and get cash every everyday
So wit bags o the hay we gone mash for the pay
Till the last of us passes away
I'm a nawfside rider
Wit the paper to match
I came from front me sweet
To let me purchase a patch
To have the game on lock
Wit a dead bolt and a latch
C nigga had what I wanted
Then I approach 'em and snatch
Laid strapped in the trap
But ain't no emotion in that
Cause if you nap then you lapped
Cnd we get paid by the stack
In a day as a matter of fact
I get what you pay for the pack
How you think Chuck bought six's
Cnd Rock laid in a Lac
It's gone do exactly what it is
But we expect it to fail
How I'm supposed to feed my seed
With out no checks in the mail
My nigga's serving like McDonald's
So I'm headed directly to sales
Even if half the loot I swoop
Headed directly to bail
Shit half the niggas I know
Headed directly to jail
Simply cause they don't give a hell
Cnd they ain't scared of no cell
We in the streets with the heat
Till the sweets go stale
While Bootz skate with the p's
Like he Pha-rell
Ya'll niggas butt cheek soft
Cnd pretty hoe frail
While we make paper off the soft
Cnd you can tell by the smell
I done seen 2000 p's on 24 scales
Done seen 10000 stacks and blown 10000 L's
Cnd the fact of the matter
Is we climbin the ladder
Cnd leak brains like bladder
If it happens to matter
Without a damn stain on me if it happens to splatter
Who knew bricks could stack chips
Well hey if chatter can flatter
When you ask 'bout them boys in the Sc
We move fast and get cash every day
So with bags of the hay
We gone mash for the pay
Until the last of us passes away
So when you ask bout the boys in the Sc
We move fast and get cash every everyday
So wit bags o the hay we gone mash for the pay
Till the last of us passes away