Yeah.
Tonight.
Real niggas smoke a weed.
Taylor, gang?
Yeah, nigga, 2-9.
Yeah.
I'm running while drinking.
I went and thank it.
Twisting my finger.
They know who my gang is.
Shots at that gay and I'm already faded.
Still independent.
Still gotta get it.
No need for name cause they know who I came with.
Not a cashier but I know where that changes.
Bottles in French but I know where champagne is.
Plus I'm bilingual.
I know what it's saying.
Plus I'm that nigga that no need for banging unless you a dummy.
Then I explain it.
Know who I'm bringing so fuck what they saying.
Mootin' Bradley niggas why is you playing?
Games is all dumb and I ain't with the lame shit.
Made your bitch come in and fuck your old lady.
Still with you hatin'.
Man you be crazy.
Whoa.
Whoa.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
Ain't going down.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
Ain't going down.
It's going up.
Still getting paid with my niggas.
Your bitch still trying to get a picture.
Never switched up.
Yeah, the money still the mission.
Got a few bands.
If I like it, then I spend it.
Roll up a blunt, then I spark it.
Watch the camera shoot pics like a target.
Fable how I'm feeling when I hit it.
Money ain't an option, I'ma blow it when I get it.
Get it, get it.
These niggas stealing, this bitch tipping.
Couple songs later and she might get richer.
You smoke good weed, but the pack a little different.
Cones are the Dutch's, I don't never do the swishes.
Still got that cross on the dental.
Still pull up with a car full of women.
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It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
Ain't going down.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
It's going up.
Ain't going down.
It's going up.
