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(Ayy, Tana fye that shit up)
It's LoLife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
I got big B's boppin' their head to this shit, they know I'm crippin'
Nigga want a deal on a bow
Tell him get 10 or more
Then we can discuss the ticket
My main ho wrappin' the box
My side ho trackin' the box, go get it
Even if I had one leg
Keep one in the head and bitch
I stand on business
Fuck I look like askin' a nigga for help
Sell that shit myself
100 packs just came in
You took your time
So it's probably two of 'em left
Indo, don't do depth, only top shelf
Take a flight
Pick it myself
They keep askin' "are you rappin' or trappin'?"
When the bag sell out, I turn to a chef
Ain't got no money, ain't gettin' fronted
My nigga, just move around
Fill a tank, then fill a trunk
She GPS them pounds to town
If you can move 100 bows
Then me and you got common ground
Pickin' up some bowls in country town
Got a lot, don't make a sound
Day dreamin', sittin' in a cell
I made me a bond, then made me a sale
Took a flight, shoot a box overnight
When I bust that bitch open
Ain't none' but the bales
They keep askin' "you rappin' or trappin'?"
I told that bitch I'm signed to the scale
My young nigga ugly, he be shootin'
I call his ass Sam Cassell
LoLife
I got big B's boppin' their head to this shit, they know I'm crippin'
Nigga want a deal on a bow
Tell him get 10 or more
Then we can discuss the ticket
My main ho wrappin' the box
My side ho trackin' the box, go get it
Even if I had one leg
Keep one in the head and bitch
I stand on business
Fuck I look like askin' a nigga for help
Sell that shit myself
100 packs just came in
You took your time
So it's probably two of 'em left
Indo, don't do depth, only top shelf
Take a flight
Pick it myself
They keep askin' "are you rappin' or trappin'?"
When the bag sell out, I turn to a chef
Come buy 100 bows, don't ask 'bout transportation
You know I ship
Lil' buddy Bold, ran off with that load
You know Lil' bro got killed
Zaza weed and Texas tea, wholesale a P
Can't sell no zip
Rerock the weed, rerock the lean, light, des, qualitist
Before rappin' on 808's
I was trappin', 448
Press up the pills
Scrape up the shake
Microsoft like Bill Gates
Take out the .9 like Rondo
Serve out vacants, trap our bondos
Me and LoLife stick together
Like percocets, fentanyl and bondo
Maxo
I got big B's boppin' their head to this shit, they know I'm crippin'
Nigga want a deal on a bow
Tell him get 10 or more
Then we can discuss the ticket
My main ho wrappin' the box
My side ho trackin' the box, go get it
Even if I had one leg
Keep one in the head and bitch
I stand on business
Fuck I look like askin' a nigga for help
Sell that shit myself
100 packs just came in
You took your time
So it's probably two of 'em left
Indo, don't do depth, only top shelf
Take a flight
Pick it myself
They keep askin' "are you rappin' or trappin'?"
When the bag sell out, I turn to a chef
I got big b's bumpin' their head, they know I'm crippin'