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Tahj Money
Yeah, YSL

See, I got a couple n***as on the road
And some in the trap
I got a couple n***as on the go
I got a couple b*t*hes on my back
None of my n***as, they ain't ever told
And yeah, that’s a fact
None of my n***as, they ain't ever fold
Shots for my n***as never coming back
Shots for my n***as never coming back
And yeah, that’s a fact
None of my n***as, they ain't ever told
That ain’t my woadie, little boy a rat
I got a couple n***as on the road
And some in the trap
I got a couple n***as on the go
Shots for my n***as never coming back

See I heard a couple n***as tryna line me
And you know the rest
New baby nina drippin' on my body
See, you could get stretched
You gettin' money, I couldn’t care less, huh
Got some honey’s turned into a finesser
Don’t make me make the bulldog fetch ya
Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher
Hit your momma house, know you got the message
Lucky you’re jealousy would’ve been reckless
Raid the condo, draggin' me by my neckless
I don’t get tired, lil' n***a, I be restless
I was trappin', eatin' noodles for breakfast
Took a loss and bounced it back like a check
Police took a couple sticks last summer
We was Glizzy, Ruger totin' some TEC's
Some n***as still ten toes in these streets
Still get you anything for the cheap
Young and connected like the letter V
Name a youngin' spit more realer than me
I just put some gold all over my teeth
Giuseppe steppin', how we roll in the streets
Hittin' 'em stains at age 14
My n***a just hit a stain last week
I put the nina to a n***a cheek, shh
The n***a don’t speak
Bro, I was broke, ain’t had nothin to eat
You in the streets then you know how it be
Some say I’m sayin' too much when I rap
But I ain’t never said a name in my track
I told that n***a I’m only speakin' facts
And uh, and that’s on the trap, ooh
See, I got a couple n***as on the road
And some in the trap
I got a couple n***as on the go
I got a couple b*t*hes on my back
None of my n***as, they ain't ever told
And yeah, that’s a fact
None of my n***as, they ain't ever fold
Shots for my n***as never coming back
Shots for my n***as never coming back
And yeah, that’s a fact
None of my n***as, they ain't ever told
That ain’t my woadie, little boy a rat
I got a couple n***as on the road
And some in the trap
I got a couple n***as on the go
Shots for my n***as never coming back

See I ain’t have to scheme
Taliban be on my team
I know some twins that will hit you with these
Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece
Osama twin llama, choppa siamese
Lookin' for me pack me up in the B’z
Lemons grip up on my b*t*h when I squeeze
I know some kids who do hits for some trees
Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed
Word to my chain, wrap my city in gold
My b*t*hes solid, that mean none of them told
My n***as solid, they are hard as a brick
Yeah I’m talking bout a Perc' 36
Word to my chain, wrap my city in gold
My b*t*hes solid, that mean none of them told
My n***as solid, they are hard as a brick
Yeah I’m talking bout a Perc' 36
See, I got a couple n***as on the road
And some in the trap
I got a couple n***as on the go
I got a couple b*t*hes on my back
None of my n***as, they ain't ever told
And yeah, that’s a fact
None of my n***as, they ain't ever fold
Shots for my n***as never coming back
Shots for my n***as never coming back
And yeah, that’s a fact
None of my n***as, they ain't ever told
That ain’t my woadie, little boy a rat
I got a couple n***as on the road
And some in the trap
I got a couple n***as on the go
Shots for my n***as never coming back, ooh

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