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Love is blind, they Vanessa to my Nick -- top
One, we might take a Ginny to a biz op, why not
Checkin out the frame, and how the bed rock
Fifty ones from

boy dope
All my niggas moving that coke
All my niggas moving them pills
All my niggas moving that smoke
Getting money getting money get
Grinding trying

a vest 
Money on the table thats a bet


I'm throwing 50 shots then I dip 
Niggas wanna do me like Nip 
Got another 30 in the whip 
And another 20 in

the city this shit cutthroat 
Why he making post like he do but he don’t want smoke? 
Why they always burnin down a bridge and then they want boats? 
Why I’m

twenties fifties
More smoke than a chimney
Pepper them cuz I'm minty fresh
But we move filthy look
T-shirts stay crispy
1 2 3 briefly
A B C quickly
You feel

All the nights of steady trappin
I was on the road to riches 
All the nights of steady thuggin
I was thuggin by my lonely

All the nights of steady

topless working the pole, On my neck, Yea it’s 50 below,
Kick in the door, my heart big, I’m liking it cold, Block ill, friends will kill you faster than

a jiffy 



Eat the beat swiftly Can’t believe it like it’s ripply

Now they big mad never thought I’d be this litty 

I smoke like pop and i flow like

cat been preying don't you run
Hunger in my stomach but the smoke is in my lungs
Told Big Cuz that we going on a hunt
You been praying nigga, niggas

Came in this bitch statement, ape shit

Just for the record I stay off the record
My boys be actin real dog like
Tough on my schedule never a regular

so high up on a rocket
This that shit that'll make you wanna take your gun and fucking cock it
Pull up on them motherfuckers don't leave it until they

need a hard hat the way I love to drill
Should've did construction, ain't no dreams of being bob the builder
50 on this mag don't wear no condom when I

your mind
Roll your mind
With the best music ever
Now we on the beat, so we should bang it
Got like a hundred and fifty
She walked in the party, she

Look I wrote this thinking bout you[00:24.65]And I can't lie you know I need that[00:26.06]Last night I had a dream of you[00:27.18]Why don't you

work get you dropped By a FEIN
Brody be trippin when he off the Es
I take you OUT ain't talking no DATE
I get em GONE not leaving ah TRACE
Three five in

more Trappin' is all that they live for
They don't play by that bol you get sent for They be in front of ' your crib' like they serving

a benchmark
Some

them hoes wanted commitment
So many keys couldn't pick it
To the bread only mission
Yeah sure we kicked it
Couple drinks tree smoke
Setting up the scene

things change, bars on plows on slippers 20 pads on my shooter, 50 pads on my missus
I made me a little lifestyle, then I know I came up with killers
Nino

of my dresser
Kick back and relax like I sat in a tesla
My eye got no color surrounded by zebras
Ground got the dancers
My Streets got no answers
They

just passed by Villanova
Got 50 racks in the passenger, had to tell the pape scoot over
Don't care about the past, I'm trying to get ahead, like a brain

over
See, you too broke for a joke, but I laugh to the money
If it's smoke, bout it puff puff pass me the money
These broke ass niggas get mad bout

I'm dickin her down she makin' them sounds yea
Young niggas smoke by the pound It's different exotic that London pound cake
Niggas try to copy my sound

40 on Me this Shit got a Kick
Word to Bro I could Never Trip
If he Talking on Bro then he Bound to get Hit
Talking Hot he get Put in a Spliff
She Gotta

she a high speed, she like my tone

I'm thumbing through 20's and 50's
And 100's my nigga not
Knock on my door, better come for the narcs
Smell