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We getting money niggas,
We getting money like we from queens nigga
Lil bra take this zip man, get your mind right man,
Squad!
2012 after life, high off the molly,
Got me partying with Jesus Christ, hey man
You know how we rocking nigga
Headhunters nigga, no jelly
Manhattan hunter niggas, aiming for the top man, straight up
Man we don’t do body charge nigga, we no…niggas, flocka, squad

My little nigga trap doll, all he wanna do is rob and hit licks
Ah, he like brah, I don’t rap, I don’t got no features
I don’t get paid for no downloads
niggas, gotta lay it down, lock n load
Niggas gotta lay it down, lock n load, down
Niggas gotta lay it down, lock n load
Niggas gotta lay it down, down

Bow down, trap down, playing with the check
Waka flock flame, I die for my respect
They inked it in they schyzo they gonna die for the set
Bricksquad monopoly, send them goonies at your neck
Put your dick in the dirt, put a hole in your head
I ride on your p*ssy ass sleeping if your flag red
Lay it down, lay it down, put that 40 in your face
Lay it down, lay it down, put that 44 in your face
Niggas cut around my way, taking those …cause round my way
Selling pills, molly and e’s
You’re a free p, you can day any day
If I say, go and get him, got them bands on his head
My young niggas, they gonna get him
Golden rule, don’t turn fed

Rich chris ain’t nothing bout the hood say
Get your scorch shot, or 4 ounce of k
Get your whole head bust, for wearing diamond ring
Young niggas don’t give a f*ck, they like taking things
I’m they young boss that you don’t wanna take off
Have them youngings jump on you like Chris Cross
Have you leaving out the club looking pitiful
Cause you don’t got your ass drawn out them louie shoots
My young niggas say that there’ll ne no instant…
We don’t give a f*ck no more, we rayban hoes
They say you got them bricks in you on the mouth
My youngings kick your door …and check your drought

All I wanna do is trap I’m tryina bring that money bad
Waka he be kicking doors, cars, to supply the trap
Welcome to me casa, that’s what it says on my doormat
Ring the doorbell if you wanna see them packs
Got a partner in the kitchen, got a partner in the back
My partner’s down the bush, so tell me what you wanna do
Tryina bag the work up, but you can get bagged too
I know you a bitch, I see right through you
I keep a burner, every time I come through
My circle filled with plugs, that’s just what bosses do
Pockets on racks and my diamonds on igloo
You do what you can, but I do what I wanna do

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