Lyrics

In the kitchen, oven open for the heat
Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the tree
Wearin' jackets in the house, it's a Michigan winter
Boilin' water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner
Dope fiends out the Halfway House and they still sniffin' (Sniffin')
Homie mommy fifty
Smokin' and still trickin'
Still talkin' shit with this loosie, I'm ash flickin'
See my breath when I talk
But ****, I ain't trippin' (Trip)
Landlord is, **** tryna put us out (Out)
Sellin' all the samples
Can't afford to give 'em out (Out)
Just copped a half-track
See my **** tryna get it (Yeah)
Standin' on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot (Yeah)
Needles in they arms just to keep the lights on (Uh)
Shit, fuck around, be on hardcore pawn (Uh)
Tryna get this shit off
The window, we snuck in
Won't live for anything but might die for nothin'
(Die for nothin')
They want that old Danny Brown (Brown)
To bag up and sell a whole pound (Pound)
Might have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AK's back
They want that old Danny Brown (Brown)
To bag up and sell a whole pound (Pound)
Might have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AK's back
And the Cutty same color as steak sauce
Eyeballed the work but was just a .8 off
Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs
Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off
Balmains fittin' like a **** went swimmin' in 'em
Waxed and I'm shinin'
Hardwood floor (Uh)
Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw (Uh)
Lookin' at the whore like, "What you came here for?" (For)
Linwood ****, heat on him, no stash box (No)
Turn a gangbanger's bandana to a rag top
Old head, dope fiend, cookin' up the yay (Yay)
Young boys shoot your face for them Cartiers
Came a long way takin' three for a nick'
Cop an eight ball, tryna stack for the zip (Uh)
Now I'm in the rap game, verse worth a brick (Uh)
Fiends linin' up for a hit of this shit (Of this shit)
(And I rep, and I, and I)
And I reps that shit, right now and forever
And I reps that shit, right now and forever
(Ever, ever, ever, ever)
They want that old Danny Brown (Brown)
To bag up and sell a whole pound (Pound)
Might have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AK's back
They want that old Danny Brown (Brown)
To bag up and sell a whole pound (Pound)
Might have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AK's back
(Ak's back, Ak's back)
Written by: Daniel Sewell, Paul White
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