Lyrics

Most of these niggas want new All of my niggas want Rayge Back on the stage Im tryna find RYMNA Tell em its not time to play Its time to get paid Im taking off with the loot Fill up a bag Flip it and fill up a safe Make sure my niggas is safe My family is safe Ay now I'm ok Turn it up loud Roll up some loud Po up a drink This shit it is ill I don't wanna chill I just want to feel Im not trying to think Fuck being still Spinning my wheels I need some traction Going up hill Niggas is Jack n Im fucking with Jill N we going half to come up on a mill Shout out my girl, For keeping it trill Shout out my niggas, For having my back Got love for my brothers, who stay in the field Do this for my fam to keep me on track Outta the mud away from the trap Clean from the dirt straight to the rap I know my lane my spot in the game We dealt w the pain, were here for the racks Now Quit acting like you don't me I been putting in work with the OGs Im tryna get doe and stack up mo cheese Get big like fy fum fo fe I aint got nothing fo ya bro gon leave Snot nose Roscoe on both knees Need to stop knocking on my doe please We gon light ya ass up like the police Just the other night I got stopped on Alabama 2 cops pulled me over but I knew just how to handle it My registration was out, I wasn't really panicking I knew it was a warning so I went ahed and handed em My ID Knowing everything would be cool If I politely Stepped out and followed the rules I let em go through the whip and when they were through I just put a cup in side a cup Pour it over ice and let it chill If you from my side you know Wusup Being from the H don't make you trill Breaking down some purp im rolling up My nigga got some purp he popped the seal Swanging lane to lane and popping trunk Banging UGK don't make you trill
Writer(s): Raymond Auzenne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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