Fucking with that white Fucking, fucking with that white Fucking with that white Fucking, fucking with that white

Fucking with that white I tell you how I get fam A quarter bear to turn a damn bum into a rich man White with the skills

I ain't seen this shit since Kenny got.

I used to stack crates at the tables and chop up plenty rocks.

The only thing that changes is the chairs and a couple choppers, a couple blockers, and then, yeah.

You slinging crack in the hood, my nigga, that ain't real.

You ever need a bag from Bobby and he ain't there.

What?

Strictly fiends with that wife just like an arrow.

Mistake.

White out fiends.

I'm copping her up.

Part of those mascara.

Part of pots get flared up like brick.

Fiends think they the shit.

They take a hit like.

Fucking with that light.

Fucking, fucking with that light.

Fuckin' with that white Fuckin', fuckin' with that white Fuckin' with that white I tell you how I get fam A quarter bear to turn a damn bum into a rich man Fuckin' with that white Fuckin', fuckin' with that white

Fuckin' with that white, fuckin', fuckin' with that white Fuckin' with that white I tell you how I get fam A quarter bird to turn a damn bum into a rich man We gon' get it, said we gon' get it Got a team of hustlers, yep The re-up gang reinvented And if you got it, then you motherfuckin' bad spin it And if you spin it, then you motherfuckin' bad whip it

to the heat.

Turn this off the hard like a biscuit.

Risk it.

Your life's on the line.

Nose on the glass.

You froze from the blast.

His mouth knows the game and knows the game doesn't last.

That's why I live fast.

Fuckin' up the cash, and it's right back to the block like we on Get Rich Ad.

Quick, flip, pack a brick and give me my half and a half and a half.

That's four and a half and a half with no tab.

Straight drop, straight count.

Got them drooling, strippers moving.

Think not, can't snot.

I'm reaching in the band and I'm pulling out a bright light from the bullet on the light in the mind.

Fucking, fucking with that white.

Fucking with that white.

Fucking, fucking with that white.

Fucking with that white.

I tell you how I get fam.

I call the bird to turn the damn bum into a rich man.

Fucking with that white.

Fucking, fucking with that white.

I'm free.

Fucking with that white.

Fuckin' with that white.

Fuckin' with that white.

I tell you how I get fat.

I'm a quarter bear to turn a damn bum into a rich man.

I'm the transporter.

Used to take them across the border.

Get them in nice.

OG Trapper rappers hit my jacket.

Get them inside.

Cross me out with plaques and you're due forever after.

Leave your son the bastard.

Make sure the bastard get an insight.

Cutting money's how I end nights.

Put a bad bitch on my inbox.

It's the grim DM.

Hop in the BM and pill off.

Stay strapped even when I nap.

I don't ever take that still off.

Try to still cut your arm off.

Get the sword off and I'll pull your cap.

Team Early, Street Spitters.

Six niggas can't eat with us.

Before rap, I put rope.

Nigga, we rich niggas, y'all broke niggas.

This ain't his cut, bro.

This rap shit don't work.

Before I lose hope, I'll move that Bob Hope.

Nigga, you got that work.

Put the gut to your throat, nigga.

If you resist, then that's all she wrote, nigga.

Pow.

Pow, them kids shot us, them kids shot.

Behold the bell horse, this freeway and this mic.

We fucking with that mic.

Fucking, fucking with that mic.

We fucking with that mic.

Fucking, fucking with that mic.

Yeah, we fucking with that mic.

I tell you how I get fam A quarter bear to turn a damn Bum into a rich man Fuckin' with that wife Fuckin' fuckin' with that wife Fuckin' with that wife Fuckin' fuckin' with that wife Fuckin' with that wife

I tell you how I get fam A quarter bear to turn a damn bum into a rich man