I think I had one too many blunts today
Too many bills, now I'm jump today
I drank a pint of lean so I wasted mine
I got the gangsta air nigga, you can taste it mine
I'm swerving, I'm swerving
All of my niggas be serving
Pull up to the curb, curb serving
Wutchu want?
Wutchu want nigga? We workin
I'm servin, I'm servin
Come through with my Bentley, I'm swerving
Hoes say I look better in person
Maybach, I'mma close the fuckin curtains
What's happenin, hah
Scoo up, legend
Ha!
Shout out to zone 6
Speak Gucci ah
Dollars here so up
You see me
I know you hear me
That strong here
I know you smell me
Yall niggas are fuck niggas
I know you tell em
And I don't ease em cuz I'm a failure
Touchdown on niggas, see there where the pass at
What a pass that you make a nigga laugh black
Need a pass for yo nigga, you'll get blasted
You just a midgrade nigga like my last pet
I'm just a money making nigga, you can call ash
You ain't on me to follow you neither way on yo anklet test chick
I got so much money I left em all with every damn feel
And for the compass raise your arm up then you make a ball fist
They move my nigga so far away cuz they said he was high risk
Before any come down to see him well they can pay they damn rent
And now he frustrated, incarcerated, got us all tested
And they before tried to give me 40, I'mma jump the damn face
I'm chargin 39 hundred ‘fore I got them bags in here
8-50 you know I got that swag in here
I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit
And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after
Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin
I got a couple more, that's where they gonna make it
I'm a star, Bassavella de la Gasta
And I'm a multimillionaire but I'm for Costa
These niggas tryna hold me back
Burner king never hold me back
Gucci Mane I'm all geared up
And I walk round, I'mma get missed out
Walk around with these thug pass
Damn my nigga that my bad bitch
That you broke some damn face
Have some change that I had
You feel bad but I'm not sell
You could talk trash but I moved on
Three homes, ten phones
Tell me where did it go wrong
All the money that I have
Aka that's my stash
Nigga try to take my cash
Bet this nigga gon die fast
50 bands and the brand new pants
Take 5000 and I wipe my ass
Gucci Mane fear no man
I'm a tough guy like yo man
Mojo my right hand
And you nigga was our dope man
RIP to my dope man
Know his liquor down form head down
I'm chargin 39 hundred ‘fore I got them bags in here
8-50 you know I got that swag in here
I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit
And all you gotta do is drive this shit to after
Brick Squad in this bitch, we know for takin
I got a couple more, that's where they gonna make it
I'm a star, Bassavella de la Gasta
And I'm a multimillionaire but I'm for Costa