(Lan, this beat so crazy) Hunnid bands for a Kilo (Ayy)
For them times I was down, you wasn’t even ’round On the road, takin’ risks, flippin’ all these pounds Ayy, a young nigga done got his bag up Ayy, a young nigga done got his cash up
Why these niggas playa hatin’? They wanna see me out Everybody see him up, they wanna see him down They see I get my cash, but every time I turn around I’m feelin’ like my close friends wanna take me out Better watch who you fuck with, they in it for the clout Nowdays niggas bitches, they just run they mouth And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it
I remember all them times I was duckin’ love Fuckin’ with this dumb bitch and I ain’t have no pole Swear to God, I hear my nigga came for the strap So if the rats come from the back, then I maneuver that Big money rally, whirlwind, not no ho shit They took my nigga birdie out, I really feel that shit So if we see the sucka’s whip, we gon’ paint that bitch Ayy, I really live the life you wanna live Kickin’ doors back-to-back and fuckin’ hoes in my crib Man, you lil’ niggas broke, you ain’t even got no crib I ain’t never take no Ls, but bitch, I bounce back For all them dark times when a young nigga ain’t have shit
Why these niggas playa hatin’? They wanna see me out Everybody see him up, they wanna see him down They see I get my cash, but every time I turn around I’m feelin’ like my close friends wanna take me out Better watch who you fuck with, they in it for the clout Nowdays niggas bitches, they just run they mouth And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it
Stuck in it, I’m stuck in it I’m in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it And it’s still fuck that dead nigga, bring him back I’m really in the streets, bitch, I’m stuck in it