One for the guap
Too much money on me yeah i'm worth a lot
Three AM a nigga used to post up on the block
Now I need some stocks
Finesse you out yo socks
Treat you like the cops
Say you real as f*ck but I can't tell
You ain't never had that feelin' waitin' on the mail
Almost had to send a pussy nigga straight to hell
I ain't ever had shit now I got it you can tell
They still sendin shots, I send my shots bet I won't miss
Touch my family tree, you'll prolly end up in a ditch
They gon be yo dawgs til shit get real, I bet they switch
Every thing was straight til we got caught up in that lick
I just be playin' wit racks
Ain't no mo flippin' no pacs
You can just play with my scraps
I smoke so much kush to relax
First thing I do when I wake up, I got to the moon n I pick up my strap
Cause niggas ain't havin' my back
Cause niggas ain't havin' my back
Yeah, you niggas ain't flippin' no pacs, all you niggas just cap, yeah
I hate when you phony ass niggas try givin' me dap yeah,
They know they can't stop me now they gon try holdin me back, yeah
You don't have to like me, i'm still gon be countin' these racks
One for the guap
Too much money on me yeah i'm worth a lot
Three AM a nigga used to post up on the block
Now I need some stocks
Finesse you out yo socks
Treat you like the cops
Say you real as f*ck but I can't tell
You ain't never had that feelin' waitin' on the mail
Almost had to send a pussy nigga straight to hell
I ain't ever had shit now I got it you can tell
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One for the guap
Too much money on me yeah i'm worth a lot
Three AM a nigga used to post up on the block
Now I need some stocks
Finesse you out yo socks
Treat you like the cops
Say you real as f*ck but I can't tell
You ain't never had that feelin' waitin' on the mail
Almost had to send a pussy nigga straight to hell
I ain't ever had shit now I got it you can tell
They still sendin shots, I send my shots bet I won't miss
Touch my family tree, you'll prolly end up in a ditch
They gon be yo dawgs til shit get real, I bet they switch
Every thing was straight til we got caught up in that lick
I just be playin' wit racks
Ain't no mo flippin' no pacs
You can just play with my scraps
I smoke so much kush to relax
First thing I do when I wake up, I got to the moon n I pick up my strap
Cause niggas ain't havin' my back
Cause niggas ain't havin' my back
Yeah, you niggas ain't flippin' no pacs, all you niggas just cap, yeah
I hate when you phony ass niggas try givin' me dap yeah,
They know they can't stop me now they gon try holdin me back, yeah
You don't have to like me, i'm still gon be countin' these racks
One for the guap
Too much money on me yeah i'm worth a lot
Three AM a nigga used to post up on the block
Now I need some stocks
Finesse you out yo socks
Treat you like the cops
Say you real as f*ck but I can't tell
You ain't never had that feelin' waitin' on the mail
Almost had to send a pussy nigga straight to hell
I ain't ever had shit now I got it you can tell
Too much money on me yeah i'm worth a lot
Three AM a nigga used to post up on the block
Now I need some stocks
Finesse you out yo socks
Treat you like the cops
Say you real as f*ck but I can't tell
You ain't never had that feelin' waitin' on the mail
Almost had to send a pussy nigga straight to hell
I ain't ever had shit now I got it you can tell
They still sendin shots, I send my shots bet I won't miss
Touch my family tree, you'll prolly end up in a ditch
They gon be yo dawgs til shit get real, I bet they switch
Every thing was straight til we got caught up in that lick
I just be playin' wit racks
Ain't no mo flippin' no pacs
You can just play with my scraps
I smoke so much kush to relax
First thing I do when I wake up, I got to the moon n I pick up my strap
Cause niggas ain't havin' my back
Cause niggas ain't havin' my back
Yeah, you niggas ain't flippin' no pacs, all you niggas just cap, yeah
I hate when you phony ass niggas try givin' me dap yeah,
They know they can't stop me now they gon try holdin me back, yeah
You don't have to like me, i'm still gon be countin' these racks
One for the guap
Too much money on me yeah i'm worth a lot
Three AM a nigga used to post up on the block
Now I need some stocks
Finesse you out yo socks
Treat you like the cops
Say you real as f*ck but I can't tell
You ain't never had that feelin' waitin' on the mail
Almost had to send a pussy nigga straight to hell
I ain't ever had shit now I got it you can tell
Writer: Lamar Bridges
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