What's up, bloody?
Friends with no then turn enemies, because we're stacking big paper, collecting our cheese
with just some G's, on a mission, nah, we ain't tripping, always stacking pistols, can't
ever be slipping, because friends with no then turn enemies, because we're stacking
big paper, collecting our cheese with just some G's, on a mission, nah, we ain't tripping,
always stacking pistols, can't ever be slipping.
I got my hand on my gun, because you got me on the run, blazing hot like the sun, nigga,
I ain't the one, you better ask somebody, bout P -A -T, hard -hitting, never quitting,
breaking off a big piece, blowing on Twister sweets, riding in leather seats, wrecking
ace time skis, always packing my heat.
I thought you was my dawg, bloody for my downfall, because my paper was tall, back against the
wall, coming out striking like lightning, nigga, me and CB, two trill -ass players that
you really can't see, but you wanna be, can't feel our shoes, strings tied too tight, bout
to give you the blues, see your face on the news, for that drama you choose, don't break
your rules, and turn your back on your fools, because that's the way that you lose, so survive
in the game, keep your pistol always to your side, before you get a stain.
Friends with no then turn enemies, because we're stacking big paper, collecting our cheese
with just some G's, on a mission now, we ain't tripping, always packing pistols, can't never
be slipping, because.
Friends with no then turn enemies, because we're stacking big paper, collecting our cheese
with just some G's, on a mission now, we ain't tripping, always packing pistols, can't never
be slipping.
Friends with no then turn enemies, because the jealousy, the hatred, and the greed, they
smile in your face, they talk behind your back, to bring you down, they try the hardest, never
will they slack, paper stacking, contracting, is a dime on your head, fucking with a real
player, you'll be left for dead, up against all odds, and niggas turning the broad, I keep
my distance far away, never be involved, G's up, hoes down, haters faces fine, red bands
pulled up, and the eyes be right, true partners in crime, and turned partners in rhyme, S .U.
to the C, you know from putting it down, and on.
Friends with no then turn enemies, because we're stacking big paper, collecting our cheese
with just some G's, on a mission now, we ain't tripping, always packing pistols, can't never
be slipping.
Because.
Friends with no then turn enemies, because we're stacking big paper, collecting our cheese
with just some G's, on a mission now, we ain't tripping, always packing pistols, can't never
be slipping.
Can't be slipping out here, ain't no time for that, since the age of 13, always had
to get, who had my back, when my money attract, niggas who hung around like flies and gnats,
fat pat on the mouth, and that shit's for show, dropping bombs like outbreak when I
hit the door, I'm a freestyle pro, just to let y 'all know, breaking mics like psych nigga,
we gotta go, my sound be slow, when I'm in your trunk, bonafide big baller, now I ain't
no punk, hot slugs what they getting, when the grudge is mentioned, fast chasing time
facing all snitches, erasing, intimidation, hesitation, lets me know that they faking,
hooks I'm shaking from these niggas, who that say they be hating, plastered skin to see
a nigga fall, watch a nigga ball, 24 years in this game, niggas mashing on y 'all.
Friends we know they turning to me, because we stacking big paper, collecting the cheese,
with just some G's, on a mission now, we ain't tripping, always packing pistols, can't never
be slipping, because friends we know they turning to me, because we stacking big paper,
collecting the cheese, with just some G's, on a mission now, we ain't tripping, always
packing pistols, can't never be slipping, because friends we know they turning to me,
because we stacking big paper, collecting the cheese, with just some G's, on a mission
now, we ain't tripping, always packing pistols, can't never be slipping, because friends we
know they turning to me, because we stacking big paper, collecting the cheese, with just
some G's, on a mission now, we ain't tripping, always packing pistols, can't never be slipping.
