24 (Remix)

Ayy, uh, gang My bad, money bad I mean money man, fuck Ayy, ayy, hold down down bad Ain't nobody help me get it up I got the right to brag, lil' nigga 'Cause I'm big enough with the price on the tab Nigga, I don't really give a fuck Niggas, they mad And I don't really give a fuck Smokin' on gas, ridin' around in the rents Doin' the dance, I'm sorry if I hit ya Nigga, what's sad Nigga, what you been through Ever been shot at Niggas tryna hit you Niggas want my sauce, they want my flavor I must be a god by the way that they praise me Part of the squad, and that's why you hatin You been a fraud, you been fakin Put it on my mind, so my heart, I'ma make it grow Now to be a star, like a high, I'll chase it They weren't with us before, we was broke down Basic, gotta get more scars 'Cause the rappers are the greatest Niggas love to see you broke down Like a four pound, time to get the dough down Man, I'm all down, like a whole dime I was back of the crowd Now, nigga, look who runnin' the show now Fuck my numbers, tryna get it out the floor somehow Told my one, no joke From the first, get gold now Yeah, you know I'ma get down when they get down Hella up it on the Pope, if he come up in this house Twiggin' on reefer, we rollin' up woods We do not do no swishers, ain't good in the hood So don't try to come visit I'll pay you a visit Before I ever get on the track, it's an addiction Grew up, got big, started beatin' up the bullets I'm down for the fight, but I brought me some bullets Then John automatically put up to the fullest He try to dumbstrap, but I beat that nigga twice My screws in my game, ain't no screws in my head Nigga, I ain't nothin' changed, cause it's a little split Like a nigga off and on, he want no credit See a opp out track, bop, bop, and spread O.J. bought that nigga, why would you say it Ain't no game, who you think you playin' with I'm goin' insane, but the vice look bad We make our own shit, throw it up, and we bankin Every night I sleep with the girl that I meet So I lost a few fights, but they know I ain't weak 'Cause what's that I broke in, it's cause I told her, man You know that I ain't me, but I was livin' that life So it's easy to put the blame on me The real talk, I don't even blame them though 'Cause niggas think you all even though they your folks This nigga smell funny, man, and it ain't no dope They know this shit can get ugly But I can't switch up for nothin Still toting that strap on Sunday Still clutching that stick on Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, Sunday Just in case a nigga wanna get lucky I'ma set him up, he gon' need his money And I know the opps really wanna catch me But I cannot fly cause I can't laugh in the streets I'm fly like a fly, he ain't flyer than me I'm clutching that pitchfork when I rock that blip You gotta be an Indian for you to be a chief Drop the top, let these hoes see She suckin' my cock, I take a bath in the weed Make a dirty money, ain't got time to clean it My bad, my bad, my bad