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We bleed (hey, hey, okay) You knew that already, man (This is Authentic) Hey, ayy, still straight Yeah, Money Mu (June, you're a genius) That boy a problem That boy a problem, hey, that boy a problem, hey I'm in here ballin', hey, pop it on all them, huh Death 'fore dishonor, hey, play with them commas, hey Stay down, you come up, I ain't never a runner, ayy Straight out that gutter, I slide with a cutter, just me and my brother, let's go Play with that K, then I'ma up, play with that profit, it double and smuggle I call the plays in the huddle Shawty there slicker than butter, like soap I took a ride, it was rough This shit, it came with a struggle, let's go I'm on that Gary Payton Bitch, I got juggs for days These niggas ride the wave We got all kind of flavors See cap a mile away I get paid off schemes and rhymes Still'll put 30K on a charm No lie, I'm out here wildin' I'm high, high as a pilot I was ready, but I ain't had no guidance Know these streets come with paper and violence That bitch geekin' off Oxycontin Want that head, put it right on her noggin Run that paper up, don't do no joggin' All this water, my shirt gettin' soggy Really this just how I'm built All of this flavor, it split, split I got them racks off a trip (what you did?) Look at a table to flip I seen them boys and I peeled I got the lawyer in case it get real Every day, countin' up dead, dead I'm livin' it up, what it is? That boy a problem, hey, that boy a problem, hey I'm in here ballin', hey, pop it on all them, huh Death 'fore dishonor, hey, play with them commas, hey Stay down, you come up, I ain't never a runner, ayy Straight out that gutter, I slide with a cutter, just me and my brother, let's go Play with that K, then I'ma up, play with that profit, it double and smuggle I call the plays in the huddle Shawty there slicker than butter, like soap I took a ride, it was rough This shit, it came with a struggle, let's go (ayy) Push the Maybach with the Drac' on the floor It's a green light, headshot, I say go Can't get too cold, Moncler my coat Bag on the chop, won't leave shells on the floor Way before rap, you could catch me trappin' If I wasn't shootin' guns, I was sellin' a 'bow And if it's smoke, we ain't postin' no status Won't leave no trace, police won't know Ayy, FN and AR between me in traffic Finna hop out, shoot somethin', I say blow When I ride, first move get on the floor Get a thrill off blood, wax him, let's go He seen the racks so he dropped me the load I can't go on 'less the glizz' in the show We found where you trappin', we kick in your door 'Bouta do murder, that's all I promote Blrrrd, remember way before them three times, I barely got noticed Now it's Wafi for these diamonds, the reason I'm chokin' Cartier up on my wrist, I still ain't check the timing on it Gotta know this ho ain't my bitch if I ain't put diamonds on her That boy a problem, hey, that boy a problem, hey I'm in here ballin', hey, pop it on all them, huh Death 'fore dishonor, hey, play with them commas, hey Stay down, you come up, I ain't never a runner, ayy Straight out that gutter, I slide with a cutter, just me and my brother, let's go Play with that K, then I'ma up, play with that profit, it double and smuggle I call the plays in the huddle Shawty there slicker than butter, like soap I took a ride, it was rough This shit, it came with a struggle, let's go (Authentic or nothin')
Writer(s): Ulysses Rashaad Garror Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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