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Lil Berete
Lil Berete
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King Von
King Von
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Zeros In The Bank
Zeros In The Bank
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Prod by 210
Prod by 210
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(2-2-210 run it) yeah (ZerosInTheBank) yeah Yeah I'm back in the hood wit' 'em drugs again I'm from a place where these niggas be judgin' (yeah) Back in the day, I was strugglin' They locked up, couple niggas been smugglin' (yeah) They want smoke, but my youngins want all of it (no) Givin' guns, bring it back when you done wit' it (done) I throw ones and these bitches have fun wit' it (fun wit' it) Get the drop, boy, you know that I'm come wit' it (come wit' it) Got no job, I'm just wanted a hunnid bricks Oh, I'm in love with these hunnids and hunnids shit (yeah) No adrenaline, I just be runnin' shit (uh) Play with my life and my shooters get rid of him (yeah) Run it up 'cause I just be settlin' (yeah) All this love be comin' with jealousy (uh) Got enough, I don't like your energy Through the worst, but God had to help me (the worst) Shit gettin' easy and peasy (peasy) They screamin' they love 'cause I'm on the rap shit (gang) They was back on sellin' them Cuban Yeah, she tried to link, but I fucked on her bestie (bestie) Take the trends, they be copy and pastin' I do what I do, so please do not at me (at me) I was broke and I felt abandoned (yeah) Send the lo's, we takin' the package (package) I can't fold just like my last bitch (last) You want smoke? Better come with some static (static) Brand new glizzy, it came with no practice (practice) We get busy and start up a traffic (grrah) I get cocky, swear I won't say shit (say shit) Claimin' you crazy, but I'm on the same shit (same shit) I'm the baby that came from the basement (basement) They get crazy, I come from the trenches If it's money, I'm payin' the cars (cars) Guaranteed that they takin' the loss (on God) Not a Hugo, you know I'm a boss (God) Just like UNO, I'm playin' my cards (cards) I grab the chopper and niggas start panickin' (panickin') Croppin' tops, make it pose like a mannequin (whoa) I know niggas be switchin' like temperatures (yeah) Money for days, I ain't watchin' the calendar (no) Got no option, I told her come ride wit' us (ride wit' us) I see some niggas, they right in the back, y'all I throw ones any bitches, I fuck wit' it (fuck wit' it) Get the drop, boy, you know that I'm comin' wit' it (come wit' it) Got no job, I'm just wanted a hunnid bricks Oh, I'm in love with these hunnids and hunnids shit (yeah) No adrenaline, I just be runnin' shit Play with my life and my shooters get rid of him (uh-huh, yeah) Run it up 'cause I just be settlin' (run, yeah) All this love be comin' with jealousy (uh) Got enough, I don't like your energy Through the worst, but God had to help me (Von, the worst) Call me, I'm comin' with .223's I do it fluently, this shit ain't new to me (uh-uh) I'm on the block with my shirt off and all of my chains (huh?) Ain't shit you gon' do to me (what, what, what, huh?) I hit the corner and shoot like I'm 23 (boom) Get to bustin', they thinkin' it's two of me (boom-boom) I grew up bad, the streets, they influenced me (uh-huh) My mama couldn't even get through to me (damn, damn) I'm shootin' first 'cause a nigga ain't shootin' me (nah) They killed my daddy, I couldn't even go to sleep (damn, damn) Ain't got no limit, and I'm feelin' like Master P (damn, huh, huh?) They locked the door on my block and I found the key (damn, damn) They say, "Von, put the guns down" (who, what?) Then what? Stand there, get ran down? (Hell nah) You won't believe how many niggas I done fanned down (what, huh?) I done turn my opps to fans now (damn) I done got rich, what's the plan now? (What's the plan?) Mama got a house and a 2020 Benz now ('20 Benz now) I can fuck any bitch I want off Instagram now (Instagram now) I been that but, bitch, I'm the man now (I'm the man now) You better stand down (huh?) I'm back in the hood with 'em drugs again I'm from a place where these niggas be judgin' (yeah) Back in the day, I was strugglin' They locked up, couple niggas been smugglin' (yeah) They want smoke, but my youngins want all of it (no) Givin' guns, bring it back when you done wit' it (done) I throw ones and these bitches have fun wit' it (fun wit' it) Get the drop, boy, you know that I'm come wit' it (come wit' it) Got no job, I'm just wanted a hunnid bricks Oh, I'm in love with these hunnids and hunnids shit (yeah) No adrenaline, I just be runnin' shit (uh) Play with my life and my shooters get rid of him (yeah) Run it up 'cause I just be settlin' (yeah) All this love be comin' with jealousy (uh) Got enough, I don't like your energy Through the worst, but God had to help me (the worst)
Writer(s): Yaya Berete, Dayvon Bennett, Reno Fernandes, 210zn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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