prod. JDollaProd

lyrics:
my niggas pull up with muhfuckin sticks we talking bout blicks not branches
when it come to my people i always break bread i split up my check into rations
we gon put in that work till we balling on niggas you gon see us posted in mansions   
at this point ion even be rapping on niggas i get on the mic and spit captions

at this point we dont even be beefing wit niggas we finding the lo spin the block
catch him lacking in public we jumping that nigga put beats on his ass like young chop
she like rip get on the track and he spaz i told her i do that a lot
pulling up to the function we something like soda we finna make the shit pop

take a hit of exotic im floating like andrew tate im up in the matrix
i was alread faded but bro had the blunt so i had said fuck it and faced it
any nigga that hated they left in the dust and now that im up they gon hate this
book a flight and im taking yo hoe on vacation taking her out for a day trip

two big guns in my waist its two of them nines they thinking im big smoke
i was up in the studio making them hits im tryna get rich for my kinfolk
cant imagine i get on the net and i hate but look at my bank and im still broke
i had hit it again and again and she wanna go more this hoe is a nympho

my niggas pull up with muhfuckin sticks we talking bout blicks not branches
when it come to my people i always break bread i split up my check into rations
we gon put in that work till we balling on niggas you gon see us posted in mansions   
at this point ion even be rapping on niggas i get on the mic and spit captions

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