Letras
It get real in these streets niggas dying everyday
It'll go down broad day nigga
When it's crunch time sliding with a K
On a sunny day we still will make it rain nigga
I'm just tryna put a mill in the bank
Give a fuck what a broke nigga think nigga
And I just can't stop pouring drank
Pour another four to the face nigga
Man it ain't the same tryna sip away the pain
Seen a lot of shit I won't ever say a name
I could never switch nigga I could never change
Niggas out here snitching they be fucking up the game
Niggas tryna be a shooter but ain't even got no aim
Need to worry bout a bag get some money to your name
On the road blowing dope in the foreign switching lanes
All I really want is money give a fuck about the fame
And you know I'm worth a check so I'm looking like a stain
But I keep a stick like I'm walking with a cane
Nigga run up on me ima spill a nigga brain
Aye, pouring up wock no plain
Aye, got old niggas hating it's a shame
Got niggas hating on me I don't know they name
Broke niggas mad cause I'm doing what they can't
I ain't tripping on em I'm just laughing to the bank
It get real in these streets niggas dying everyday
It'll go down broad day nigga
When it's crunch time sliding with a K
On a sunny day we still will make it rain nigga
I'm just tryna put a mill in the bank
Give a fuck what a broke nigga think nigga
And I just can't stop pouring drank
Pour another four to the face nigga