Lyrics:
I'm backing in a GMC
Stacking paper like a printer printing sheets
Stash it away for a rainy day
50 minutes, 30 seconds, 7 plays
Getting to it by
in some codes
A camel is a ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
Praying to the Lord
Hoping that he save me
Demons want my soul
They could never take me
I remember long nights in the cold
Got warmed up
Over by the stove
ain't stuntin by mistake
V10 bitch you ain't even got a V8
Shoulda had that but you went and bought a drink
Put a penny in a jar Cause I swear you
Intertwined
Every corner every spot
Know I'm in the right place
Captivated by your confidence on top
I love to look at you
Hmmmm
Both moaning
Lip pleasing
Glad
your mama in the lip
Let the children know it's lit
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
I can show you which way you
Rather do the verse devil's ad-libs, then it drops
Got beef with a couple niggas, and the cops
I'm in the pickup truck with cinder blocks
You sweeter
the bucket and headed for the other side
[WC:]
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip
only 13 and I ain't never did a killing
Grabbed the A.K. and jumped in the G ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
Yo, spotted
yards back of him, caught fifteen tons of rock
That day Sully's pail was buried, he ate from Reilly's pail in tears
And he's carried that same bucket now
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night
"Last
to drop the fake trauma
You didn't need what you know
Now that you see it
You didn't feel what it shows
When you repeat it
Say you want more time
Nancy
people can see it
And know that it’s real
Drop your shit in the bucket
Add that shit up with the rest
Thought y’all could give me that test
Now
Crow
Subtler, still deadly but you won't know
Allows us to get paid and make buckets like Abdul-Rauf
Until you don't stand in line, get canceled,
know what it is
Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid
I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
Pourin' at the most
popped
Make you a target
Crabs in the bucket
By who get the farthest
Play with the money
Get smoked like some Marbles
Off with your head
They come at your
and go O
I do white like Family Guy and I do up the dark like Cleveland Show
In Harlem chilling with bro, get the drop on the opps so we hit that show
O
I do white like Family Guy and I
Do up the dark like Cleveland Show
In Harlem chilling with bro
Get the drop on the opps so we hit that show
Skr,
head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
a pole but won't pop shit
He be talking like he down to drop shit
Bitch I'm up in your crib and I don't got no key
I be all in yo' shit like a locksmith
That nigga had his spot, I say it's T-Turn It was advice that I didn't take, I had to
relearn, they used to call me by my street terms, now I'm
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
Off that block, I'm gon get that guap
Got that heat I drop my feet I drop
This that classic drop
Leaning back like Joc
Coffin drop, liquor pour
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