Jackpot
(专辑: A Friend Of Ours - 2018)
Yo, uh (woooo!) I
like this, hit that light for me Yeah (woooo!) My nigga 'troeze, Patroeze Yo, yo, yo Yo, we lost niggas, pour liquor that's more swishers We known for letting 'em go, call us the
four fifthers Run up in ya spot, they call us the
door kickers Or we can have a
party just as long as there's whores with us We can do it big, jet skis and four wheelers Pop a
couple Spades, I
might let you ball with us Hit a
couple stings, nothing personal, raw bid'ness Built my name up, and now I'm on verses with raw niggas I
be letting off, and know myself I'll probably bet it all (bet it all) Ya bitch crib, I
get my nut and then I'm jetting off (SKRRT!) Ya bitch don't respect you to me that says it all I
sold a
little everything, I
think I
bled it all, I
bled it all I'm praying for my niggas selling Fentanyl (I said a
prayer to my niggas) And rest in peace to all my niggas dead and gone (dead and gone) Yeah, (The Butcher coming, nigga) I
said rest in peace to all my niggas Look, I
get dressed, put on my shoes, nah my hammer was first Bulletproof the
whip I
use to take my grandma to church I
went gram for gram with the
work, hand-to-hand on the
first Everybody who hating now was a
fan of us first (facts) Look, underdog, what? (what?) What you wanna bet? Let's put a
hunnid more up Nigga, the
summer all us I'm in two whips, one a
Tahoe, one a
tour bus Got so many straps with us, we can start a
war up It's a
real safe hazard if you still yay traffick Show where that money coming from, still pay taxes The
IRS coming, and they seal fate faster Start a
bid'ness in the
building that you still make racks in I
learnt from my losses, stripes I
earnt from the
bosses Whipping deuces 'til them hoopties turned into Porsches I
curve bitches often, lies, I
heard bitches talking How she mines, I
send a
text back, these bird bitches stalking You gotta be careful, these hoes think they fancy I
just want my dick sucked, she wanna start a
family She average, get her taxes and go to Miami With this kind of status, I'll probably go to the
Grammy's (aaow!) I
know niggas hate me, I
came out the
trenches (trenches) On some new shit, but some way sounded vintage (uh) Paypal or credit, send that cake [?] (I will) I'm the
real definition how you stay down and get it I
be the
next Nasir, if they judged us off skill Got ya bitch in the
middle, Times Square, Lauryn Hill Told her my phone was dead, she wrote her number on a
bill Off-white paint on my jacket look like a
spill Niggas played last year, but watch the
price shoot up All black entourage dressed just like shooters You spend ya life with her, me, I
gave a
night to her 'Cause Drake told these bitches they don't gotta be nice to us Thousand grams on the
plate that's what my preference was So I
had interviews with connects, and not The
Breakfast Club Facts, he told me 26, it was 30 before that I
hurried and score that, you was dirty before rap, nigga, AHH! "Black Soprano niggas tie you up" "The-The-The Butcher" "Black Soprano niggas tie you up" "That's word to my Butcher" "Black Soprano niggas, Black Soprano niggas "Black Soprano niggas tie you up" "Black Soprano niggas tie you up" "Got another bag to go get out in Belize" "Black-black-black-black-black-black" "I got another bag to go get" "Black Soprano niggas tie you up" "I-I-I-I got another bag to go get" "The-the-the-the-the 40 on my hip as I
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