(Bonus Track) All Raw Cypher 2020 (feat. Profit, Niño, Veno Da Don, Waldo & Loon Chapo)
Gold Medal Music
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Aye man let me talk my shit real quick man Aye I ain't standing in no line nigga if that muh-fucka long know that shit I ain't standing in that line if this line long Have my homie slang that iron if he move wrong V-lone All across my back with this cash on me Roll him up Want smoke got this gas I might bag homie I be sliding through my city this with A-R Don't play hard Bitch I'm 500 like the race car My youngin's get to gunnin leave these nigga's at the graveyard I hit my dance they raising they hands just like I'm Adolf He done brought em 10 but we already got 8 off Plugged dropped off 10 and already got 8 off Bitch I'm number 8 with the ball just like the playoffs My uncle got some bread off the white just like some mayo I told her do it baby gone and move it Come back with them 50's She a good girl but wit a hood nigga and committed What's understood girl don't needa be said sit back and listen Do what you should girl let's get to this bread and touch a million Ouuuuu Skrt, skrt, skrt I got two or three spots you catch me Plug dropped it off in flip flops in a hefty I ain't fucking with lil momma she be to moving to messy Put this bitch in sport on my momma you can't catch me Niño I be stickin I be moving I can talk numbers all day lil baby I'm too fluent Hustle hard I beat the odds I'm recouping Hit the road only if it make sense Louis V every time Ima trip Fat boy gotta lotta dough just for the drip Venice beach 250 on the kicks Came back from the dead popping bottles in the vip Wipe me down you can tell I'm the shit Aye peel off Hood ties, I ain't leaving til I get a mil off Cut throat, shawty wit a drum it's a sawed off Play it day by day came to work and ain't no call off's Yeah, and we gone ball out Feds watching I be fresh as hell just left the mall now Talk down on any of my niggas, bring the chalk out Calm down, All Profit In let's go all out Nigga, aye Back on that shit again Look like Barry Sanders how I touchdown in Michigan If you can't get up and go hustle for them dividends You's a f*ck nigga we could never be synonyms Naw nigga Ever since a youngin I've been tryna ball nigga Standing on the money cause she like them tall niggas Don't won't static then you fucking with the wrong nigga's I'm a dog nigga I just like to bark different If I'm up then we up bitch we all winning Told you don't wife that hoe cause we all hit it Cuz just got the pack in it's all hitting Line booming you would think he in a call center If you think I'm gone flop not at all nigga Hoes mad they can't f*ck got em all bitter You got all these damn hoes but they all shitter Everytime I'm in the booth I go hard in it Put my all in it Put my foot in it Put my palm in it Nigga, shhh You all talk nigga Got em shook nigga Know you soft nigga Member we was pushing in that purple Mazda Crossing state lines, Devo riding right behind us All this shit my city taught me it made me a monster Tryna cope with this pain, I'm smoking like a Rasta Every move that i make it's better than my last Like my hoes like my money nigga, coming fast Police flash, f*ck a badge, I had to do the dash I'm still alive to tell the story could've fucking crashed Hoe-Dats-Veno-Aye Looking for me pulled up fashionably It's Waldo in the flesh heard they was asking for me I'm from the 500 state I keep gas in my leaf Told em they ain't fuckin wit me better ask about me I be smoking in public I might f*ck up ya function If you ain't talking bout money then I ain't hear you say nothing I went collecting what's coming instead of waiting for something I wasn't good in school but I was always good them numbers Been a underground king like Pimp Chad I run the streets and get racks then flip that, uh 465 round the city doing laps Told em that I talk RAW f*ck the brakes we all gas I heard that y'all couldn't keep it straight and that's sad I came from a crooked ass state and that's Nap I could name some stupid ass hoe's but that's wack My distance more, the social from these nigga's that trash I hop in that DeLorean and took off on they ass lit the street up It's Waldo McFly pick the year and we can link up Been numb I been feelin ALL RAW tell em drink up Forever GMM still NA$A stay G'd up Aye aye, aye aye Yeah I'm G'd up He do all that talkin on the net bet not freeze up GT outside next year we AMG'd up Lil freak, sloppy with that neck when she eat up Bitch we the topic you ain't heard better read about it Lil nigga just gave me the word we gone see about it If it ain't money dope or family we can't beef about it
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Written by: Gold Medal Music, Da'Ron Vinice, Devin Waldon, Elijah Glover, Jonathan Sherard, Loon Chapo, Stewart James, Veno Don
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