Unreleased leak

That's what crime do, see these niggas— That's how the mob move— These racks in my pocket, that's what crime do See my young niggas with me 'cause that's how the mob move I turned the cream soda to a piru Look me head to toe, everything I got exclusive I get to know a driver, I ain't tryna lose She could fuck the square nigga, had to cut her loose My young niggas shootin' like they run it too Why you lyin' on my name when you know the truth? Connected with no plug like thе bluetooth All white truck but the sеats in the soo woo Bitch nigga take him for his chain he like nooo, noooo Granny seen my cup, had to lie, said it's prune juice I throw the deuce sign when I blew it through 7 mile dog in the car with no roof, roof My hunnids turned blue, it got jumped into Snoop crew He ain't got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon More money, more power, more sex Asked that bitch "Where the throat at?" at the door step Get yo own, nigga, don't take handouts from no man Get the load, hit the road with it, show yo gold neck Coppin blow, put yo toes on it, make some more grams Left the porch 12 years old richer than some grown men Press the gas, pressure on, we can't give 'em no chance Nigga lied in all his songs, he ain't ever road ran Get the chicken, make it grow, I need some more egg Fuck, the lights out, I don't want 'em broke, flip the hoe bread The load just dropped, nigga, code red Damn Veeze, you really slimed that nigga? Sure did I make that bitch hold the blicky before we hold hands I make that bitch get up wit you, make you blow a ten Hit the Wal-Mart and swipe giffys my first gig If she ain't down to stuff the bag, that's the wrong bitch Ugh, Gang, Gang, Ganger The way I lean, break the laws of physics He like Chris Rock dad when it come to the spendin' Never did crime, break the law in his lyrics I'm high off yellow pills like I'm flyin' on spirit I ain't just rappin', nigga, I'm speakin' from experience Bust the wrapper you gon' see the white like Brittney Spears Facetimed bro on the leer geeked, seal rippin' Gallery don't make me make appointments, you a lil' nigga Take seventy-fives, still put chills in me Give my bitch a thousand at a time just for dealin' with me Take a thousand beans to these hillbillies How the fuck I build a friendship with pill sniffers? It be the fakest niggas claimin' they the real niggas I need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket I'm tellin' bro 'nem chill, they just want to kill niggas These niggas think I'm famous, I don't even feel different Gang, gettin' richer, raisin' to a mill-er Gettin' richer, mill-er, yeah Gettin' richer, racin' to a mill-er Keepin' distance, dodgin' penitentiary Just to get what I got, he'll turn killer You better keep some money comin' just like your opinion Keep yo head up, it get realer and realer So much dirt, I forget to repent for forgiveness I'm glad I'm out the game 'cause the snitches livin' I put her on a wave like I live in a river Gettin' paid for all the shit I been through Pourin' champagne on the ground, tellin' bro I miss him He lost his mind, I don't know that nigga I done stressed over a lot, never over bitches Tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege I'ma need a purple cane when I'm old sippin' Young nigga, got more game then a old nigga Stop smokin', still droppin' dirty dope mixes