[ZIAS]
Gettin' money
That's the type of shit I'm into
Tryna stake my bands up
Real talk, n***a 10-2
You know I'm crazy
A little off in the menal
Be gentle
Or you'll end up with my fist to your dental
I'm a quiet n***a
I don't need no one to bend to
I don't cuddle
Fuck her good
Another door she gets sent to
You don't know what I been through
The fuck is you sayin'
Think you can check me?
The fuck, is you playin'?
That's like you sayin'
That you faster than Usain
Fuck n***a, is you sane?
I a greedy mothafucka
On top of the food chain
That deu-deuce hang on my pocket
It go do-do bang when I pop it
So all you lames better stop it
Yeah, you better watch your mouth
I'm a trill n***a, no doubt
Might catch me at your hoe house
Digging her fucking throat out
Run up on me stupid
It might go south
That chopper went how you runnin' like Odell
On-the-go route
Quarterback
Give you a bullet from the pocket, g
A hundred k, that mean a lot to me
That might be good enough for some
But it's not to me
Got my brother, sister, mother, pap to feed
Remember times when I ain't have a pot to pee
Praying daily
Cause I got a lot to be
Thankful for
How I'm running through this beat
You would think my ankle sore
Me an B-Lou, we the fucking greatest
Do not debate us
To all the haters
All I got to say is
Fuck you
Yeah, fuck you
With a long ass ?
We gon' keep this thing rolling
But this not no paradise
I just killed this fucking beat
N***a, rest in paradise
[B-LOU]
My situation crazy
They don't understand
Everyday hustling
Tryna' make it off them grams
Nobody there to help you
It ain't no helping hands
Imma do it by myself
Because I fucking can
Only thing is on my mind
And that's to be the man
Selling work out the basement
Tryina feed the fam
You fuck with me
I'm sending shots
Like I'm german lamb
I've been to jams
Where my n***as switch up
You fuck with me
And Imma have that .40 hiccup
Just grinding
Can't wait 'till I see that bitch truck
So I'm swerving all night
Tryna' get my cake up
Yeah, I was dreaming 'bout this shit
Yeah, it was yesterday
But today we fuck around
And hit 100 k
This n***as mad
I can see it on them haters face
I just use this shit as motivation
I've been on them ugly corners
Chilling with haitiens
93 gas n***as
That's how we blazin'
I send them bullets to your house
Like Brady with the Patriots
We started out eating noodles
Now it's crawfish
Young boss shit
Fucking with B-Lou
Have you 6-feet in the coffin
I always had it
Never lost it
People say I changed
'Cause I don't come around often
I never played the bench
But I'm a starter
I got a son
So that shit just make me grind harder
Beyond my p's and q's
And it made me move smarter
I'm stacking up my chicks
That's why my money longer
Lou!