Soon I open it's a line down the street
Go do a head count
1000 dollar sheets
Wen I sleep
Go check the thread count
Yet a to find a face I could trust
Unless the dead count
Swear to god I ain't hit shorty
Unless the head count
Put a lil bread on his top
Now he a head mount
I ain't even up the blick on him
That nigga fled out
He was still alive wen they found him
That nigga bled out
They was tryna hit me with numbers
Until I pled out
H that's my nigga till death
Told him he stuck wit me
Loyalty is not requirement
It's a luxury
F*ck the DA
300 pages in my discovery
Told my youngin keep on whippin it
Till it's buttery
Ion wanna hear bout no numbers
If u ain't pluggin me
Cop a couple
Knock off a couple
That's introductory
Work too raw
They had to send my smoker
To recovery
Trapper of the year check my stats
Ain't no snubbing me
Plug send whatever I need
I call him Chapo
Pull up to house wen I re up
And yell out tatto
Those ain't VS1 stones in it
Then I can rock those
You ain't even no we was blitzing
I feel like Rocko
40 leave a hole in a nigga
Big as a pothole
He ask me how much work ima cook
How much the pot hold
Shit I keep on breaking the scales
How much the clock hold
No matter how much paper u make
Don't let shop close
Ion rap a lot
But I swear to god I got mob ties
Pop out by myself
But I call em
I bet the mob slide
I was tryna be diplomatic
But now he hog tied
Swear to god I lost all feeling
Back wen my dog died
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
Soon I open it's a line down the street
Go do head count
1000 dollar sheets
Wen I sleep
Go check the thread count
Yet a to find a face I could trust
Unless the dead count
Swear to god I ain't hit shorty
Unless the head count
Put a lil bread on his top
Now he a head mount
I ain't even up the blick on him
That nigga fled out
He was still alive wen they found him
But then he bled out
They was tryna hit me numbers
Until I pled out
H that's my nigga till death
Told him he stuck wit me
Loyalty is not requirement
It's a luxury
F*ck the DA
300 pages in my discovery
Told my youngin keep on whippin it
Till it's buttery
Ion wanna hear bout no numbers
If u ain't pluggin me
Cop a couple
Knock off a couple
That's introductory
Work too raw
They had to send my smoker
To recovery
Trapper of the year check my stats
Ain't no snubbing me
Plug send w/e I need
I call him chapo
Pull up to house wen I re up
And yell out tatto
Those ain't VS1 stones in it
Then I can rock those
U ain't even no we was blitzing
I feel like Rocco
40 leave a hole in a nigga
Big as a pothole
He ask me how much work ima cook
How much the pot hold
Shit I keep on breaking the scales
How much the clock hold
No matter how much paper u make
Don't let shop close
Ion rapalot
But I swear to god I got mob ties
Pop out by myself
But I call em
I bet the mob slide
I was tryna be diplomatic
But now he hog tied
Swear to god I lost all feeling
Back wen my dog died
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
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Soon I open it's a line down the street
Go do a head count
1000 dollar sheets
Wen I sleep
Go check the thread count
Yet a to find a face I could trust
Unless the dead count
Swear to god I ain't hit shorty
Unless the head count
Put a lil bread on his top
Now he a head mount
I ain't even up the blick on him
That nigga fled out
He was still alive wen they found him
That nigga bled out
They was tryna hit me with numbers
Until I pled out
H that's my nigga till death
Told him he stuck wit me
Loyalty is not requirement
It's a luxury
F*ck the DA
300 pages in my discovery
Told my youngin keep on whippin it
Till it's buttery
Ion wanna hear bout no numbers
If u ain't pluggin me
Cop a couple
Knock off a couple
That's introductory
Work too raw
They had to send my smoker
To recovery
Trapper of the year check my stats
Ain't no snubbing me
Plug send whatever I need
I call him Chapo
Pull up to house wen I re up
And yell out tatto
Those ain't VS1 stones in it
Then I can rock those
You ain't even no we was blitzing
I feel like Rocko
40 leave a hole in a nigga
Big as a pothole
He ask me how much work ima cook
How much the pot hold
Shit I keep on breaking the scales
How much the clock hold
No matter how much paper u make
Don't let shop close
Ion rap a lot
But I swear to god I got mob ties
Pop out by myself
But I call em
I bet the mob slide
I was tryna be diplomatic
But now he hog tied
Swear to god I lost all feeling
Back wen my dog died
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
Soon I open it's a line down the street
Go do head count
1000 dollar sheets
Wen I sleep
Go check the thread count
Yet a to find a face I could trust
Unless the dead count
Swear to god I ain't hit shorty
Unless the head count
Put a lil bread on his top
Now he a head mount
I ain't even up the blick on him
That nigga fled out
He was still alive wen they found him
But then he bled out
They was tryna hit me numbers
Until I pled out
H that's my nigga till death
Told him he stuck wit me
Loyalty is not requirement
It's a luxury
F*ck the DA
300 pages in my discovery
Told my youngin keep on whippin it
Till it's buttery
Ion wanna hear bout no numbers
If u ain't pluggin me
Cop a couple
Knock off a couple
That's introductory
Work too raw
They had to send my smoker
To recovery
Trapper of the year check my stats
Ain't no snubbing me
Plug send w/e I need
I call him chapo
Pull up to house wen I re up
And yell out tatto
Those ain't VS1 stones in it
Then I can rock those
U ain't even no we was blitzing
I feel like Rocco
40 leave a hole in a nigga
Big as a pothole
He ask me how much work ima cook
How much the pot hold
Shit I keep on breaking the scales
How much the clock hold
No matter how much paper u make
Don't let shop close
Ion rapalot
But I swear to god I got mob ties
Pop out by myself
But I call em
I bet the mob slide
I was tryna be diplomatic
But now he hog tied
Swear to god I lost all feeling
Back wen my dog died
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
Go do a head count
1000 dollar sheets
Wen I sleep
Go check the thread count
Yet a to find a face I could trust
Unless the dead count
Swear to god I ain't hit shorty
Unless the head count
Put a lil bread on his top
Now he a head mount
I ain't even up the blick on him
That nigga fled out
He was still alive wen they found him
That nigga bled out
They was tryna hit me with numbers
Until I pled out
H that's my nigga till death
Told him he stuck wit me
Loyalty is not requirement
It's a luxury
F*ck the DA
300 pages in my discovery
Told my youngin keep on whippin it
Till it's buttery
Ion wanna hear bout no numbers
If u ain't pluggin me
Cop a couple
Knock off a couple
That's introductory
Work too raw
They had to send my smoker
To recovery
Trapper of the year check my stats
Ain't no snubbing me
Plug send whatever I need
I call him Chapo
Pull up to house wen I re up
And yell out tatto
Those ain't VS1 stones in it
Then I can rock those
You ain't even no we was blitzing
I feel like Rocko
40 leave a hole in a nigga
Big as a pothole
He ask me how much work ima cook
How much the pot hold
Shit I keep on breaking the scales
How much the clock hold
No matter how much paper u make
Don't let shop close
Ion rap a lot
But I swear to god I got mob ties
Pop out by myself
But I call em
I bet the mob slide
I was tryna be diplomatic
But now he hog tied
Swear to god I lost all feeling
Back wen my dog died
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
Soon I open it's a line down the street
Go do head count
1000 dollar sheets
Wen I sleep
Go check the thread count
Yet a to find a face I could trust
Unless the dead count
Swear to god I ain't hit shorty
Unless the head count
Put a lil bread on his top
Now he a head mount
I ain't even up the blick on him
That nigga fled out
He was still alive wen they found him
But then he bled out
They was tryna hit me numbers
Until I pled out
H that's my nigga till death
Told him he stuck wit me
Loyalty is not requirement
It's a luxury
F*ck the DA
300 pages in my discovery
Told my youngin keep on whippin it
Till it's buttery
Ion wanna hear bout no numbers
If u ain't pluggin me
Cop a couple
Knock off a couple
That's introductory
Work too raw
They had to send my smoker
To recovery
Trapper of the year check my stats
Ain't no snubbing me
Plug send w/e I need
I call him chapo
Pull up to house wen I re up
And yell out tatto
Those ain't VS1 stones in it
Then I can rock those
U ain't even no we was blitzing
I feel like Rocco
40 leave a hole in a nigga
Big as a pothole
He ask me how much work ima cook
How much the pot hold
Shit I keep on breaking the scales
How much the clock hold
No matter how much paper u make
Don't let shop close
Ion rapalot
But I swear to god I got mob ties
Pop out by myself
But I call em
I bet the mob slide
I was tryna be diplomatic
But now he hog tied
Swear to god I lost all feeling
Back wen my dog died
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce
Down and out
Stumbled tryna run it up
But found a route
We was really gettin out the mud
Until they found the house
Keep it clean
Let em rush again
Bet they won't find a ounce
Drop the beat
Bet I walk it down
Soon as I find the bounce