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[feat. Young Bossi, Ampichino, Freeze, Bg Bulletwoun]

[Verse 1:]
Fetty we get it
We spend it and we live it
Stay calculating them digits
Grittin, busting backs off of chicken
Over the stove water wipping
Hussle hand relentless
Playing with the fed need my henchmen
We ballin out with poor pimping
We was getting it by the shipment
If I talked it, I did it
If you walked it you lived it
Stacking money to the ceiling
The life I'm living, drug dealing and killing
Trying to make a million, blowing the building
Chasing this gwap is big business
Serving them to the dealers, pushing raw to the killers
Fuck the law and you squealers
Coping card from the dealer
You shop at malls we was iller
Rocking hard for my niggas
To top it off we was realer
Gucci boost with the chiller
On the block with my niggas we rocking
Half spranging in villas counting this skrilla
Come up short then the chop bang em
Regime gang feel the pain I got famous for
Selling coke in the rain with a flame
High as uranus you must be brainless the stainless
I cock it aim it then braaa
Put your face on the payment no mass, we murder haters
I'm a bleed the block with this fully, nigga it's the dragon game
Feds hit we say no names, moving stupid cane hussle in the rain
We hit your family first making mama feel the pain
Chops on deck, fifty shots fucking over lames
You niggas can't fuck with us
Freeze, Bossi and my nigga Yuk
Hoppin outta them big ol trucks
Spray the 4 with my big ol nuts
You're wife ain't nothing but a big old slut
Big old tits and that big old butt
But it's money over bitches
Bring back them bucks
All my niggas rep the mob
30 rounds hanging out the ride
Knocking at you square niggas
At the red light get yout bread right
When it's funk it's on sight
Give it to a nigga in the broad day light
Pull off on a motorbike
Pimpin hoes like Donald Mike

[Hook x2:]
Riding around with the thing on me
'Cause these niggas done changed on me
Just 'cause I got a little change homie
Now these niggas wanna bang on me

[Verse 2:]
Riding around with that thing
Hussle to get that dough cheese
Y'all niggas is the police
Like an old tire with a slow leak
I'm on low pros and I'm so low
Tires shining like so glow
And it's summer time with my summer grind
You don't grind then you don't shine
You won't grind so you won't mind
Run up on Freeze might lose your mind
On that dashboard brains gone
With a bad bitch getting brains homie
With a bad bitch getting change homie
When the season change we change homie
Over cherry pie we brain storming
When was dried up it was rain storming
Flash, flood and tsunami I'm Flash gordon
4 door, 4 in the morning
Fast forward to the next day out in the bay
With my esse
Pan handlers they asked me for change
Told 'em have a blessed day
God love us, we got body
My bosses like John Gotti
And bossi and godzilla
I hope that God got him
I never leave without the thing in my Louie belt
I'm built for the shit so I'm feeling like Tookie felt

[Hook x2:]
Riding around with the thing on me
'Cause these niggas done changed on me
Just 'cause I got a little change homie
Now these niggas wanna bang on me

[Verse 3:]
Riding around with my thing on me
'Cause niggas like to go against the grain homie
You can tell a mutha fucka when he lame homie
One way speaking on a nigga name homie
Bouncing out, I told you niggas
Never should've changed 'cause you older nigga
Gon break him off his bread 'cause he showed a nigga
You don't play just for I'm a fold you nigga
AT right, regime life
No room for these faggot ass snake mean types
Take me light or take me flight
I'm a show you motherfuckers how to make me fight
Riding around with that cane on me
Iced out wrists with the chain on me
Deuced out nigga that'll bang homie
So these pussy ass niggas went and sang on me
Enough's enough I had enough
Bossi, Ampichino and my home boy Yuk
Home boy Freeze, nigga at ease
You can get it real quick when you fucking with G's
About the dough plenty of that
Gotta watch jelous niggas cause there's plenty of that
With a whole click telling how many is that
That's why I stick with the mob with a mini attached
BG Bullet, see me pulling
Flip flopping ass niggas might beat me pull it
Changing up 'cause you see me grindin
Proceed with shining and his home boy cody
Well selected, well respected
Mid west boss, well connected
Well collected, give him his exit
100 round drums in the back of his lexus
Tell me what it do, tell me what I can't
Goons and the mob go hard in the paint
Goons in the mob go hard for the bank
We some crazy motherfuckers what the hell do you think?
Riding around with that strap on me
Hundred round drum in my lap homie
BG bulletwound and I clap homie
Fuck with the mob I'm a snap homie

[Hook x2:]
Riding around with the thing on me
'Cause these niggas done changed on me
Just 'cause I got a little change homie
Now these niggas wanna bang on me

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