LYRICS: 

oh ya i heard this was the intro.. shit-

it aint nun if i aint makin money nigga..

huh, oh, ohya



im outside i parked the range truck first, just know we came to slide
2 fn's up in that ride, cant roll no window hommicide 
lock dat back door, watch yo slime
if i want shit, take its mine 
you in dis shit? nigga do or die 
he aint gang, nigga broke some ties 


fell down twice i broke my spine 
like big J h20 to wine 
ace of spaces ion fuck wit dice if i roll shit, give your bitch a try
you aint fam, i smack your face like grandad did pull out some fye 
boujie bitch turn freak ho, i bossed up, im in guts you see why 


i been on dis road for 1.5 and still aint pop my shit 
my big brudda nasty, he drenchin both his wrists in fuckin piss 
i shoutout to the masses, thankin God he gave me percocets 
i caneen lie my ass be rollin when dem bitches hit 


vs1s to clear my sins
split up turkey cuttin shit
thats the type of mood im in, cant feel you bitch my nut just hit 
you cant count a thousand in your sleep nigga you aint stackin shit 
i just count ten thousand in the villa i might let huda hit 


rubber bands, cant flex me bitch 
i up the price, cant watch you catch up
you young niggas way too messy, leave shit for grown men to handle 
my mistake forgot my hammer 
smokin loud my vision louder  
way im dressin see my shit from thousand isles, bitch i got standards 


i been on dis road for 1.5 and still aint pop my shit 
my big brudda nasty, he drenchin both his wrists in fuckin piss 
i shoutout to the masses, thankin God he gave me percocets 
i caneen lie my ass be rollin when dem bitches hit 


pray to God forgive my sins, im the type nigga do them hits 
ran up, old buddy walkin, he tripped on his shoes, nigga im the one sendin the blitz 
louis duffle stash da ricks, 
i count shit except my bitch,
niggas hatin but thats okay, im gettin chips, dats frito lay 


ridin round' with strikers, i cant tell you what to say
better keep those lips on hush boy, 12 they come from round the way
you niggas aint up boy, you still packin lunches to this day
you aint never had to tell me nothin nigga, i been out the way


I BEEN ON THIS ROAD FOR 1.5 AND STILL AINT POP MY SHIT
my big brudda nasty, he drenchin both his wrists in fuckin piss 
i shoutout to the masses, thankin god he gave me percocets 
i caneen lie my ass be rollin when dem bitches hit 


vs1s to clear my sins
split up turkey cuttin shit
thats the type of mood im in, cant feel you bitch my nut just hit 
you cant count a thousand in your sleep nigga you aint stackin shit 
i just count ten thousand in the villa i might let huda hit

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