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i got the strap in my lap
even got snow on the bluff
You had them shaking that laffy taffy, i think they forgot what you used to do for them
now i got more money than them niggas
How you my folks and you used to laugh at me, long live forever Shawty, i hate to sin but it s you or me
spend a bag on y all hoes
Made it back at the bando, my kitchen filled with pots and blenders Shawty, they want it real
I got to stick to the code, big dog like roof Lo, play with snow in the summer
you know that shit gon get back to me
I got to stick to the code, big dog like roof
Even got snow on the bluff, even got snow on the bluff, i got whatever in food
I put my hood on the map, i got the strap in my lap
Spend a bag on y all hoes, so they gonna ask for me Lo, i put my hood on the map
I got whatever in food, i pray to god for my enemies, y all niggas ain t no kin to me
Made a few mils in the trap, made it back at the bando
The rest of these nigga gon fold, they want it real
thirty wop for a kilo
Niggas ain t fucking with us, i hate to sin but it s you or me Drugz, even got snow on the bluff
None of these rappers done go to your funeral, we the ones didn t forget where we from
I used to look up to them, shake the ho like a red nose
I put my hood on the map, y all niggas ain t no kin to me, i put your ho in the dust
i got whatever in food
You know that shit gon get back to me, i hate to sin but it s you or me Shawty, i used to look up to them
West side of the jungle, i believe in commas, long live forever
Niggas ain t fucking with us, spend a bag on y all hoes, i don t know if god into me
Made a few mils in the trap, i made some helluva caps, even got snow on the bluff
We done it all and made us a don, the rest of these nigga gon fold
thirty wop for a kilo
true n-a forever
You know that shit gon get back to me, i think they forgot what you used to do for them Lo, made it back at the bando
So they gonna ask for me, i got whatever in food, you know it s still alive
niggas ain t fucking with us
Y all hoes just thirsty, i hate to sin but it s you or me, i put my hood on the map
I got the strap in my lap, shawty crunch them numbers, i put your ho in the dust
You made all of your kids proud of their daddy, when i went broke
I used to look up to them, spend a bag on y all hoes, none of these rappers done go to your funeral
how you my folks and you used to laugh at me
Bitch go pick it yourself ho, spend a bag on y all hoes, i put my hood on the map
Made a few mils in the trap, and i don t believe in karma
Y all niggas ain t hungry, i got whatever in food
i got whatever in food
You made all of your kids proud of their daddy, i got the strap in my lap
i believe in commas
You know it s still alive, i believe in commas
I put my hood on the map, i put my hood on the map Drugz, shake the ho like a red nose
don t ever die
we finna fuck up the globe
Made it back at the bando, remember them shots
I got whatever in food, i got the strap in my lap
we the ones didn t forget where we from
How you my folks and you used to laugh at me, made a few mils in the trap Shawty, i got the strap in my lap
I made some helluva caps, we used to shoot for them, even got snow on the bluff
I made some helluva caps, i made some helluva caps, bitch go pick it yourself ho
Y all niggas ain t no kin to me, you know it s still alive
You know that shit gon get back to me, my kitchen filled with pots and blenders, bitch go pick it yourself ho
You know it s still alive, niggas ain t fucking with us