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I know I can't afford to stop for one moment

That it's too soon, too far-

Push the **ing pack off of the porch or break a pound down

Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds

Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down

Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns

I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds

I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout

Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds

Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown

I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can ** around (whoa)

Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa)

Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably

I feel like I'ma bust now (whoa)

I feel like a bust down when I shine bright

Blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit)

In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up

You can pick it up now, nigga, ** it, okay (ayy)

Push the **ing pack off of the porch or break a pound down

Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds

Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down

Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment

That it's too soon, too far-

Me and my money attached emotionally

I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me

I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be

Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me

Four hundred racks ain't ** but a show to me

I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me

When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole with me

Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me

Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down

Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down

Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down

Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now

No locked doors, I serve with a chop

*** got spent, she was hanging with an opp

We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops

I was on panda, glass in the sock

Back in the day, I invest in the block

Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks

I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch

Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots

Push the **ing pack off of the porch or break a pound down

Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it makes surround sounds

Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down

Putting rap on my back, and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns

Pu-pu-pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge

Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin'

Like the way it taste, and he ain't ate it in a minute

They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil-

Talk shit, run that mother**in' crown, you ***

You mother**in' ***

Uh, shit

Sorry in advance for my bros

They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Whoa)

JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that **

Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low

And I'm the ** with the flow, huh, give me a joke