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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrol Leonard Ward Jr
Songwriter
Darrol l ward
Songwriter
Lyrics
You can't think about them losses, when you out here trying to win
I got youngins in a coffin, penitentiary chasin bands
I got Gucci on my collar, this shit cost about a band
Go to sleep and I see Wodie, all I do is reminisce
429 I'm runnin' tolls, all I know is get it in
Heard that nigga got a loan, but he fucked up all the bands
Trying to put on for these hoes, buyin' drip cause it's a trend
All I know is flip a bowl, call the plug, re-up again
I thank God for makin' bubba, how you think I pay the bills
How the fuck am I your brother, but you fail to keep it real
Through it all, I still love ya, one call, I'ma get in gear
I seen you in that nigga mentions, you know I don't fuck with him
I thought we ain't fuck with them, like what the fuck nigga
Free Lil' Hot, crackas hit him with Rico once he made it out
All I see is digi scales and kilos walkin' in the spot
All these fuckin' bowls, we done turned the hood to Cali now
You know I'm smokin' good, so every blunt be bout' a 3.5
Know my eyes closed, Ching Chong could barely see out
I'm comin' for that Rari ever since I was bout knee high
I just got some money, why the fuck they hatin' on me now
All I know, go get them bowls, I get them hoes and beat them out
Freaky bitch, we on the road, she beggin' me to eat her out
I'm grabbin' on my glitch, she grab my hand and put it on her Twat
Watch I turn this Chevy to a Benz, I need it off the lot
You can't think about them losses
When you out here trying to win, I got youngins in a coffin
Penitentiary, chasin' bands, I got Gucci on my collar
This shit cost about a band, go to sleep and I see Wodie
All I do is reminisce
429, I'm runnin' tolls
All I know is get it in, heard that nigga got a loan
But he fucked up all the bands, trying to put on for these hoes
Buyin' drip cause it's a trend, all I know is flip a bowl
Call the plug re-up again
Come and shop with me, bubba plates they goin' for a stack
I just left the mall, I just went in spent ten racks
It aint nothing nigga
Hit the trap, make it right back
Power play, nigga, hundred P's gone that fast
You ain't heard, you ain't know, bitch, I really like that
From Orlando, St. Pete, well, that's where I serve at
Turkey bags, vacu-seal, I'm a real street nigga
All grams, no scams, I'm a real trap nigga
Ain't no cap, nigga, everything I say is real life
You wanna shop with me, I'ma give your ass a good price
You can get ten for ten, twenty for a dub
I'm a real plug, I got real drugs
Fentanyl and clean, Molly rocks and beans
Where my money machine? for that money I fein
Money tall, Yao Ming, true religion my jeans
I get crispy and clean, I'm gettin' Krispy and Kreme
You can't think about them losses
When you out here trying to win, I got youngins in a coffin
Penitentiary chasin' bands, I got Gucci on my collar
This shit cost about a band, go to sleep and I see Wodie
All I do is reminisce, 429, I'm runnin' tolls
All I know is get it in, heard that nigga got a loan
But he fucked up all the bands, trying to put on for these hoes
Buyin' drip cause it's a trend, all I know is Flip a bowl
Call the plug, re-up again
Writer(s): Darrol Ward
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