Letras
Get the pillow, buss it down
That's just to get the smell gone
It reek of musty loud
Know it's muscle, cuz the smell strong
Be comin' wit the pounds
While my bro be gettin' bells gone
Just wanna run the town
Now you hear me tryna sell songs
Know some niggas turnt fed
Member back then, woulda fell on
Got hit wit all them charges, but you home
Who you tell on
Was doin' allat barkin', how you on
Just hit ya cell phone
Then feds applied that pressure
You ain't wanna talk through jail phones
It ain't hard to keep it honest
Man these niggas just be flodgin'
Steady flexin' for a image
Why you actin' like you bout it
You be turnt up for attention
Why you can't just keep it modest
You be cappin' for these bitches
But ain't stressin' bout yo pockets
Man these niggas need to stop it
I be focused on them riches
Cuz I came from doin' dishes
Won't a dollar in my wallet
One day Ima be the topic
And for ma, gon be the hottest
Tried to keep me from the violence
But for Pa, his killa droppin'
If you try, the heater knockin'
Forty cal just for my glockie
One up top, it ain't no cockin'
Hallows hot, just like some Takis
My advice, best get to droppin'
When this cutta get to choppin'
Bullets hit him in his noggin'
Then his body get to rockin'
I ain't tryna be a killa
I be tryna touch deposits
But I know a couple hittas
Who get busy wit dem rockets
I'm just tryna see them figures
So that's why I'm spittin' hot shit
I be laid back, chillin'
Know the beat, I'm boutta rock it
Get the pillow, buss it down
That's just to get the smell gone
It reek of musty loud
Know it's muscle, cuz the smell strong
Be comin' wit the pounds
While my bro be gettin' bells gone
Just wanna run the town
Now you hear me tryna sell songs
Know some niggas turnt fed
Member back then, woulda fell on
Got hit wit all them charges, but you home
Who you tell on
Was doin' allat barkin', how you on
Just hit ya cell phone
Then feds applied that pressure
You ain't wanna talk through jail phones
Auntie lost Young Pablo
Now my mama gotta share a son
In Raleigh duckin' potholes
Ford edge, mama in there slumpt
Was pullin up to Glenbrook
Just so me and bro could share blunt
And shout out to lil Dijah
She ain't mind, I know she cared a ton
Him and Sal was running through them hoes
But you the fairest one
For you, that nigga left his heart exposed
I'm glad you bared a son
The day my team, we pull up in Rolls
You know I'm sparin' one
Cuz the way they did my brother it was cold
Need a Moncler or sum
If grindin' was a crime
They'd throw me underneath the jail
Don't put my business on the net
Cuz they be quick to run and tell
I been focused on a check
Hopin' that I could do well
I seen my bro derail
So ain't no choice, I'm gon prevail
It's best to keep a strap
Don't give a fuck bout what you sell
Don't recommend a lack
Cuz they gon hit you wit some nails
Be cautious flippin' packs
And double wrap it on them bells
Always remain a stack
And send some money to them jails