Check Da Stats Jay Vs 5th Vol2 Ending
[Intro]
(Exclusive)
Gra
Let me run these bands, n***a
My opps
Look
[Verse]
I swear to God, I miss all them old days
All the gangstas was really outside
Back in 09, my n***as was clippin' n***as
Really, you know how my young n***as rock
Free more money, free all these bucks
All of them real n***as, really from the start
We gettin' money, we do or die
But shinin' my real n***as like they fives
They get the money, n***a, gon' triple it
Feel like Russell, n***a, when I double it
Feel like yo bitch n***a we gon' triple it
Cause you know my young n***as double it
We get money n***a we ain't mumblin'
All of this shit n***as really stumblin'
I get the bag n***a he ain't I get the bag n***a I'll be comin' in
Hold on, I tell my opps go check all the stats
N***as won't go, we sprint through the back
I tell my bro go blitz through the front
I have my animal whip to attack
Where you goin' is the barrel of sound
But who's to bat? You know you're not n***as talking no facts
Since I'm getting money let's talk full of facts
Wait, I been doing this shit from them old days
Remember them days there was me and my uncle Nate Riles
We back in them old days
Back in' 9, we backin' on all
4 May crib
Chillin' in hallways, if you know what we doin' on school days
Don't listen to the bros, I screamin' long lipsticks I screamin' long lit YYB
I screamin' long King Marley
Like, I screamin' old old Fremont soldiers
Like, you know what we do is gettin' older, time gettin' folded
Like, damn, I know I'm 22, but I know I'm gettin' older
Like, damn, damn, damn, like, fuck
[Outro]
(Exclusive) n***as gon' check all the stats, n***a
We gon' leave it like that, n***a
(Exclusive)
Gra
Let me run these bands, n***a
My opps
Look
[Verse]
I swear to God, I miss all them old days
All the gangstas was really outside
Back in 09, my n***as was clippin' n***as
Really, you know how my young n***as rock
Free more money, free all these bucks
All of them real n***as, really from the start
We gettin' money, we do or die
But shinin' my real n***as like they fives
They get the money, n***a, gon' triple it
Feel like Russell, n***a, when I double it
Feel like yo bitch n***a we gon' triple it
Cause you know my young n***as double it
We get money n***a we ain't mumblin'
All of this shit n***as really stumblin'
I get the bag n***a he ain't I get the bag n***a I'll be comin' in
Hold on, I tell my opps go check all the stats
N***as won't go, we sprint through the back
I tell my bro go blitz through the front
I have my animal whip to attack
Where you goin' is the barrel of sound
But who's to bat? You know you're not n***as talking no facts
Since I'm getting money let's talk full of facts
Wait, I been doing this shit from them old days
Remember them days there was me and my uncle Nate Riles
We back in them old days
Back in' 9, we backin' on all
4 May crib
Chillin' in hallways, if you know what we doin' on school days
Don't listen to the bros, I screamin' long lipsticks I screamin' long lit YYB
I screamin' long King Marley
Like, I screamin' old old Fremont soldiers
Like, you know what we do is gettin' older, time gettin' folded
Like, damn, I know I'm 22, but I know I'm gettin' older
Like, damn, damn, damn, like, fuck
[Outro]
(Exclusive) n***as gon' check all the stats, n***a
We gon' leave it like that, n***a