Young Cappa Songtext

Since I was young my momma knew I was a hustler
[?] to myself I'm finna make these niggas suffer
Got your bitch in the penthouse, and I know she love it
Finna fuck her on the balcony because we don't need no covers
Then I send her back to her nigga because I know he love her
I don't need a bitch pockets fat [?]
I don't wanna keep her, you can take her, you can cuff her
I'm tryna talk this plug down for a better number
I do this for my brother
I need a better [?]
I need a better price
Need a bigger slice
Choppas with the light
Shoot on sight
We don't give a fuck
If it's [?] night

I was nine when I started selling weed
Then I turned thirteen got the [?] Bumped into a Mexican, he got some keys
Tell me [?] before I start moving G's
My money up, I ain't tryna do no fees
I ain't tryna politic, nah, we ain't friendly
And wherever I'm at you know I'm loaded for [?]
Got the pack for 17, shipped it off for 43