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Gamble
by Nate Peso
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Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain't never ask no one for no favor
Spinning the block and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them bands
You know that we splittin them bands
Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain't never ask no one for no Favor
Spinning the blocks and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them Bands
You know that we splittin them bands
Lately I been on a different type of timing
Check the AP on my wrist you’ll see how it’s shining
Feel like PNV
I’m up next
Don’t worry about me
I’m just chasing a check
Free all the niggas that’s doing that time
I feel like MJ up in his prime
Ima show y’all nigga that it’s my time
Ima really show y’all how to shine
Remember when I was down on my dick
I had to go get me a bag
I had to make it flip
Amiri’s when I’m popping the tags
I’m countin these bands
I’m countin these paper
He ran up
He got cut like a taper
We did this all by ourselves
New Dior I got all different flavors
Ya treesh she want me to save her
But she don’t know that I am a player
Spinning ya block
We gone shoot like the lakers
We don’t miss
Yeah you know we got lasers
Could fuck your bitch but I don’t got the time
Fuck all the bullshit stay on your grind
Shoutout to nate that’s my motherfuckin slime
You a broke boy you not on my time
I had to run to the racks
You know we countin them stacks
I’m in the back of the bach
With a bad bitch on my sack
Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain’t never ask no one for no Favor
Spinning the block and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them bands
You know that we splittin them bands
Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain’t never ask no one for no favor
Spinning the blocks and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them bands
You know that we splittin them bands
Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain't never ask no one for no favor
Spinning the block and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them bands
You know that we splittin them bands
Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain't never ask no one for no Favor
Spinning the blocks and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them Bands
You know that we splittin them bands
Lately I been on a different type of timing
Check the AP on my wrist you’ll see how it’s shining
Feel like PNV
I’m up next
Don’t worry about me
I’m just chasing a check
Free all the niggas that’s doing that time
I feel like MJ up in his prime
Ima show y’all nigga that it’s my time
Ima really show y’all how to shine
Remember when I was down on my dick
I had to go get me a bag
I had to make it flip
Amiri’s when I’m popping the tags
I’m countin these bands
I’m countin these paper
He ran up
He got cut like a taper
We did this all by ourselves
New Dior I got all different flavors
Ya treesh she want me to save her
But she don’t know that I am a player
Spinning ya block
We gone shoot like the lakers
We don’t miss
Yeah you know we got lasers
Could fuck your bitch but I don’t got the time
Fuck all the bullshit stay on your grind
Shoutout to nate that’s my motherfuckin slime
You a broke boy you not on my time
I had to run to the racks
You know we countin them stacks
I’m in the back of the bach
With a bad bitch on my sack
Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain’t never ask no one for no Favor
Spinning the block and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them bands
You know that we splittin them bands
Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain’t never ask no one for no favor
Spinning the blocks and we shooting his friend
Hittin a lick and we splittin them bands
You know that we splittin them bands
