Lyrics
Them 12 nigga's broke out the feds and the 13th was Nino Breeze
Fresh out The fed nigga Nino Breeze
New face of MMG, nigga and Ima put the bag on it nigga
Ain't no nigga got money like Rozay and Double M nigga
Nino breeze real nigga huh
That bag ion full nigga stayin strapped
Florida lets go Nino let's go!
I'm really one of them ones really come from the slums
My city under the gun we silly dumber than dumb
In front of your son that fire puncture your lungs
Boss man got a bag for niggas who get it done
Crashed like hit and run flash that nigga slumped
Try your hand like tonk nigga this ain't what you want
Boss status nowadays all I see is power pays
What you niggas know bout counting money for an hour straight
I just watched the plug dump his face in a powder plate
All this shifting out of state. I ran across 1008
By the way I'm the one by the way
Get you done by the way nigga none I don't play
Road runner lane switcher nothing like these lame niggas
Took a risk to get my chain bigger I remain realer
Real lifer I'm a game spinner motion came with it
Them crackers came and then you sang nigga I can't hang with ya
Ain't finna play no games in here 4L double G
Been the truth in and out the booth they can't fuck with me
You a goof always in the loop not my cup of tea
I'm a ball till the day I fall remain sucker free
For the soldiers in the battlefield on the front line
In them rentals with their head on swivel, hear me one time
Stand on business when you in them trenches shit get treacherous
It come with losses back door triple crosses woe that's what it is