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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
808TurnEmUp
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
808TurnEmUp
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Rackies they came in them bonnets, sent out a shot for McCulley's
Shit gon' get hot like a furnace, findin' my way like a compass
Fuck all the politic and industry, know them niggas won't do nothin' to me
But instead of me look like a dougie, I was broke but came off a onion
All them numbers want nothin' but evidence
All this work ain't like it's heaven sent
All these white plays I ain't prejudiced
I got hella J's like I'm Michael nem
I would never leave unless the devil in
I'd be trappin' P's, havin' hell of em
Had a lemon squeeze on an XD, and a headshot nigga smellin' them
I was roadrunnin' with the chicken nem
A stoley, never been in them
Runnin' 4D, 8 pistols here, see the police then we spinnin' them
In the backseat with the biggest gun, when I pop the door nigga better run
That's a headshot, hit the dash, I'm tryna hit a target, not a random
I was state to state tryna serve nigga, had a state trooper bend the curve nigga
Said the whole time tryna burn niggas, on the dark side they won't turn with em
I was on the block with a Chris Rock, dope smack it like it's Will Smith
Off the one hitter can't feel shit, hit the pipe now say I'm still lit
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
In the trap know it's all about the money, the speedy re-up now I think it's redundant
Everybody gon' pick up a pack like it's nothin', we all just gon' trap at the function
Know I must be a motherfuckin' fool to get me a job when I can pick up an onion
Know a nigga that play with that dog food, know they gon' bite if you touch it
Before they talkin' I'm dyin' about it, them niggas ain't stressin', no sinnin'
Knowin' my motherfuckin' scale was off, I had to put batteries in it
Went from my ounce to pound scale, a nigga had graduated in it
Knowin' I'm never gon' downgrade, you know all this work is exquisite
State to state tryna serve niggas, the state trooper been the curve nigga
Said the whole time tryna burn niggas, on the dark side never turn with em
I was on the block with a Chris Rock, dope smack it like it's Will Smith
Feelin' bad tryna kill shit, hit me, hit me, I'ma drill shit
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Know when you trapping, its all about the money
Writer(s): 808 Turnemup
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