76rs Songtext
Yeah
Yeah, pull up
MOB
Uh-huh
Trust nobody, pull up wide body
Money and respect, I'll die 'bout it
Took losses, nigga, I done spilled lean
I ain't cry about it, know I'm hard body
Yeah, pull up
MOB
Uh-huh
Trust nobody, pull up wide body
Money and respect, I'll die 'bout it
Took losses, nigga, I done spilled lean
I ain't cry about it, know I'm hard body
'Member back when it was 2017
7:45, in front of Hardbody's
Stop a nigga bank, shootin' .456
Ain't gotta go home, you know I got it
Can't stop at no red lights
'Cause I'm ridin' 'round in big wide body
You can act like it ain't nothin', nigga
But about this paper, niggas die 'bout it
She a freak, but she act shy 'bout it
Nigga, 10-East got the line crawlin'
Ayy, pass me that right there, hand me that, hand me that
Yeah, heh
I might go condo in London
Switch up my style, switch up the vibe
My nigga need candy, he come get water, he out
I make a bitch throw in the towel
My nigga just called me, he want a P and a half
It ain't gon' take me an hour, told him it's good
I'm finna pull up right on you as soon as I hop out the shower
Just give me a knife, gotta bust open a white
This here ain't no flow and this shit life
My mans want fifty pounds, of Za and two in the South
Yeah, you ever went to the South
I'm burnin' it down like NBA gym on fire
The price of the brick goin' up, when it be a drought
I learned all this shit from The Wire
I took a few L's, I'm learnin' my lesson
These watches my only investment
Louis Damier, yeah, this chess not checkers
Let the vibes in, rope off the section, nigga
Walk up in Louis, told 'em to give me the jersey
I ball like a freshman, nigga
Really havin' pull, feelin' just like Jay Prince when I'm out in Texas, nigga
Might buy a Bentley and paint that bitch army fatigued
Just 'cause I'm a veteran, nigga
Two of my cars are half a million
Can't stop trappin', in love with the feelin'
Walk in the club
It ain't no sections in here, say, "Fuck it," we buyin' the building
I'm pullin' right up, as long as I'm paid
The spot can be dead, I'ma make me a killin'
As soon as we walk in, hand us ones
The money gon' go straight up to the ceilin'
Streets get cold, nigga, ain't no love
Fuck all that playin', get straight to the business
My goal was only ten thousand
The car that sit on twenty-six inches
Now I hop out a G5 big-ass Benz with angels in it
I just made me another ticket, no cap, nigga, how you livin'?
I could just wear me a rubber band on my wrist and they think I'm weight dealin'
I just made me another ticket, no cap, how you livin'?
I can rock a rubber band, but this a pack
I come from the trenches
Stylin' on niggas, I'm slayin' they bitches
I peep how they look, I'm feelin' the tension
We up with trappers, really with gymnasts
Go get it packed, they tell me to flip it
You cryin', complainin', you broke — better fix it
We put it on our mans whenever you whip it
Boy, this shit serious, wrote that in the kitchen
Me, G.T., and Peezy — the 76ers
You recording, Smerf?
7:45, in front of Hardbody's
Stop a nigga bank, shootin' .456
Ain't gotta go home, you know I got it
Can't stop at no red lights
'Cause I'm ridin' 'round in big wide body
You can act like it ain't nothin', nigga
But about this paper, niggas die 'bout it
She a freak, but she act shy 'bout it
Nigga, 10-East got the line crawlin'
Ayy, pass me that right there, hand me that, hand me that
Yeah, heh
I might go condo in London
Switch up my style, switch up the vibe
My nigga need candy, he come get water, he out
I make a bitch throw in the towel
My nigga just called me, he want a P and a half
It ain't gon' take me an hour, told him it's good
I'm finna pull up right on you as soon as I hop out the shower
Just give me a knife, gotta bust open a white
This here ain't no flow and this shit life
My mans want fifty pounds, of Za and two in the South
Yeah, you ever went to the South
I'm burnin' it down like NBA gym on fire
The price of the brick goin' up, when it be a drought
I learned all this shit from The Wire
I took a few L's, I'm learnin' my lesson
These watches my only investment
Louis Damier, yeah, this chess not checkers
Let the vibes in, rope off the section, nigga
Walk up in Louis, told 'em to give me the jersey
I ball like a freshman, nigga
Really havin' pull, feelin' just like Jay Prince when I'm out in Texas, nigga
Might buy a Bentley and paint that bitch army fatigued
Just 'cause I'm a veteran, nigga
Two of my cars are half a million
Can't stop trappin', in love with the feelin'
Walk in the club
It ain't no sections in here, say, "Fuck it," we buyin' the building
I'm pullin' right up, as long as I'm paid
The spot can be dead, I'ma make me a killin'
As soon as we walk in, hand us ones
The money gon' go straight up to the ceilin'
Streets get cold, nigga, ain't no love
Fuck all that playin', get straight to the business
My goal was only ten thousand
The car that sit on twenty-six inches
Now I hop out a G5 big-ass Benz with angels in it
I just made me another ticket, no cap, nigga, how you livin'?
I could just wear me a rubber band on my wrist and they think I'm weight dealin'
I just made me another ticket, no cap, how you livin'?
I can rock a rubber band, but this a pack
I come from the trenches
Stylin' on niggas, I'm slayin' they bitches
I peep how they look, I'm feelin' the tension
We up with trappers, really with gymnasts
Go get it packed, they tell me to flip it
You cryin', complainin', you broke — better fix it
We put it on our mans whenever you whip it
Boy, this shit serious, wrote that in the kitchen
Me, G.T., and Peezy — the 76ers
You recording, Smerf?
