Lyrics:
can not fuck wit no squares
I'm more than 90 Degrees
I got em doing 180s, 360s, Cause all of my 20s are led by a seven
I count up blessings on blessings
"Ooh, did you see him!"
So what your pocket's filled with 20s and 10s
You're gonna find out just how fast that ends
Cause one day you'll be drivin
hanged himself and that our time has not come
Look at what we've done
It's out of time
Out of time and out of time
If i'd realized in my 20s that I was
the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
y'all likes is takin hikes if you can't pull a buck out
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin
madness
Took a dive into the sea
Messed around got lost like nemo
Took the red pill then I pasted out woke up then I saved the world like Neo
I'ma pretty
wee hours I'm the night man
Whip a college tuition with my right hand
Can you drop it old school, you got the right man
Get them 20's off the floor,
might act right I got my sack right
Girl act right you gotta understand I live a trap life
This money we be counting got us trapped right
20s 50 100s we
the price
Your body baby I got that on ice, now check it
How can he be so gold, still in his 20s
I picked my baby a rose, she gave me nothing
This world can
legit
Bank account fat and they riding the dick
We you need dough ask ya dad for the shit
20's and 10's like you shopping for bricks
Got to payback
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
a sling, push me on stage
Style still linger in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's I used to run trains
Chill I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I
be stuntin'
She movin' fast for them 20s
She choosin' up for them 50s
All my niggas throwing bills
I'm tryna see more than titties
I don't know her
to feel
Like what I got is real
Cuz reality's all messed up
When is this game of comparison fatigue
Goin stop it's haunting me
I know it's not that
like that
Got 20's on my car, on my car like that
Hit them all like that we ball like that
I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back
That's how we
those 20's on your car"
I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon
Them is Michael Jordan's baby
She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with
Built everything we got
From the ground
Now we pushing dope
By the pound
We bound for greater things
Took life by the reigns
Pushed right through
my feelings got attached to you
Before the soul tie came to exist
I spent all my early 20s with you but
No more of that
You said you loved me but only
Unk put me on game said go n get et
1lan you want a verse gotta pay tha ticket
6000 thousand dollars all in 20s es a roll spinach
I'm up early I
whiskey an Excedrin too
Man I'm stressed out but it's looking
Up and thats a start
Might not be on the radio but this is art
I just wanna get by that's
they would never check
This shit is Chess
Learn to never show your hand
Save 20's for rainy days
Help em eat if he your mans
And never take the stand
That's why I call my 5 the motherfuckin' walkdog
I'm off perk 20's and xan's and adderall
And my woadie, he just waitin' on the go to hit 'em all
If my hoe
thang, uh, ah, these 22’s, I got 4’s on the Denali, 6’s on the Chevy, damn near out of Batter man, these bitches blowin heavy, see that paint drippin, feel
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