Lyrics:
ah mah homies retarded
How the fuck do you think I just get by
Robbing you blind Stevie wondering why
Cause here I am once again going to far
Got rid
the signs
I’m way too wavy I can’t stay in line
I cut to the front cuz you up in my face
Could down anything I’m in love with the chase
I’m breaking the bank
can do it, but a stranger gotta go help first
I called moms on the phone, here's what I told her real quick
I said my 20s flew by with no control
that I been through is embraced
T-T-T-T Twenty four
Bitch I'll grind out twenty more
At this point that's all I do guess that's what your 20's for
They
my x-wing
I flew it in from Tattoine
Trying to get to Dagobah
But I just let the day go by
I don't really do much
I just sit down or I diddy bop
If
don’t turn when I hear your name
Bet you’ve changed by now
Weekends still don’t feel the same
Don’t turn the tv down
So with every cloud i came crashing
educated like Tamera and she'll cut you up like samarui
But let me was that ass no janitor
She cold hearted like canada
But I'm just tryna see you pop that
robbing somebody today
My brother got sent down the road
Ima be by myself for some days
All this rappin shit gen kinda played
Ima show u who real or who
the 20's 50's and the 100s' for me (For real)
Tap my line and say when
Like a cowboy
Out here making plays
You just a towel boy
You a pussy get shook
By
up them bands
100s and 50s no 20s no 10s
Remember how I used to live can't go back no never again
Perc in her butt it's a RP 10
Suck this dick while I
Eechy geechy ya ya
Smoke it by the pa pa
100, 50's, 20's cop that Benzy for my mama
Every nigga that I know done sold some dope before
Every nigga
Got somethin' in my pocket, I spit it and get a profit
You see them 20's squattin' got the whole hood watchin'
Ain't nothin' change but the 0's
Windows rolled down screaming ah!
Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid
Number one hustla' gettin' money
Why do you wanna count my money
I'm a hustla' and I don't need
Windows rolled down screaming ah!
Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid
Number one hustla' gettin' money
Why do you wanna count my money
I'm a hustla' and I don't need
on a bed
And extra food at the table
To feed another head
Nigga barley in his 20’s
And I’m tryna make an earning
I’m working
For me and mine
That’s me
on Fendi
Buss down wrist
By the time I'm twenty
(Buss down wrist
By the time I'm twenty)
Moving on to better things
Cause you know that I just secured
heart)
You're always down low
Let's go smoke crack in my coupe
Let's get drunk on moon juice
Yeah
We're gonna go to east coast
In our 20s its a god
Pufffin on that gas
We gon smoke u
Like a bic on
Under pressure
(Under pressure)
Never foldin
(Never Foldin)
We ain’t
Swinging no beans
I got 20s
gangsta like Ini Kamoze
Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek
I murdered that, we got mad respect
Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's
Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See
the shark in water[02:39.43]Stacking these 20s you stacking the quarters[02:41.11]Went to go pick up a bitch I made a play I forgot her sorry if that was yo
sayin?
Niggas is '02, nigga, ahhh
Ridin' round town, bitch in the whip
20s and 20s and 50s a clip
Stripper hoe bitch, stripper hoe witch
So many diamonds
an you raisin' children
Might be a goat but it's just a feelin'
I'm spilling my blood on this shit
I'm in love with the shit
I got 20s and 50s and hunnids
ta' catch the six o' clock mornin' rush,
I bet them niggas down the street ain't servin' more then us.
They look like 20's but I'm chargin'
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