Lyrics
I ain't fold when the rain came through, I see what that money make 'em do
Niggas actin' like they in the loop, get another spot and trap it loose
Me and my niggas, we the get-off-crew, I get off and they get off too
Lotta bad bitches for the crew, geek 'em up and fuck 'em by the two
You got niggas in your paperwork, I was taught to get the paper first
My nigga died, and it still hurt, I can't stand to see him in the dirt
Now I'm focused, had to quit the Percs, pockets filled up, they finna burst
See my nigga talkin' in the court, pointin' fingers, man, that shit there hurt
These niggas ain't right, I had to turn my back like VLONE, VLONE
My nigga got rich, he was trappin' off an AT&T phone
I'm an Eastside nigga, so you know I've been ridin' through the six with the motherfuckin' stick on me
Got my young nigga with me, you know he don't work on housin', but he got 'em bricks on him
Got inside my bag like a duffel, always had the swag and had the hustle
Always had my face card and muscle, niggas gotta catch up, honey mustard
Beat the trap down, DJ Mustard, nigga play around, we gotta flush him
Got a play, he come in from Augusta, told him, "Pull up, meet me right on Gresham"
I ain't fold when the rain came through, I see what that money make 'em do
Niggas actin' like they in the loop, get another spot and trap it loose
Me and my niggas, we the get-off-crew, I get off and they get off too
Lotta bad bitches for the crew, geek 'em up and fuck 'em by the two
You got niggas in your paperwork, I was taught to get the paper first
My nigga died, and it still hurt, I can't stand to see him in the dirt
Now I'm focused, had to quit the Percs, pockets filled up, they finna burst
See my nigga talkin' in the court, pointin' fingers, man, that shit there hurt