Tuukay - Credit

I ride when it's dark in the city my bitch right beside me she all bout the tiffany
When she get to talkin and trippin i kick her ass out and she call up a jitney
No taking days off I'm too busy i double my profit it's all about the benjis
Just sold 25 for the 50 just ran up the credit and the feds tryna get me
Just smoking that strong it's so sticky
That indica it's icky vicky
These bitches be acting so iffy they switch in a quickie they girls over the city
I'm off the lean it's filthy
2bitches with me I'm guilty
I'm Going so crazy I'm going so crazy I'm off the bean I'm tilted
Wait
Wait
Nigga I'm sick
Niggas be steering too hard take a pic
Bitches be sucking on me like a tic
Ya bitches suckin on you make ya itch
Nigga ya mad stop throwing a fit
Hop on the road I'm gone super quick
Swerving the whip I'm missing the ditch

I done felt the pain it done came in all the rain when they labeled me a felon
Loyal to the game but these niggas not the same nigga why you go and telling
Had a chip all on my shoulder when they told me that's
It's over Know to many niggas jealous
Damn I'm never sober cause the prices getting lower nigga call up on the reverend
I walk in they feel presence I think that they get the message
Ima different nigga stepping
Ain't no room for second it's gonna fuck up all my credit gotta keep it in the sevens

Now is you a street nigga or a rap nigga
Either way to me you was just a cap nigga
X out the hoes likes it's tic and tac nigga
All on her knees then i break her back nigga
Babymomma trippin and she tryna trap niggas
Crying out to me when i got the facts nigga
Fuck what ya mean know it's a wrap nigga
Never trust these bitches with a lil stack nigga
Hadda couple Ps in the Pontiac
Don't know where i be cause the windows black
85 high speed i ain't looking back
Blowing gas man i might catch a heart attack
Vlone and supreme ima mix and match
Just a clean ass nigga why you really mad
You a foul ass nigga that's a fuckin flag
Time is money nigga tryna get a bigger bag
Life a lesson man i sit back learn and laugh
I been hustling all day while you sleeping half
I was making more than you as an undergrad
Put respect on my name better come correct
Ima just keep it moving i ain't looking back
Ion like how you moving man you moving sad
Money moving only word to my brother kash
Keep my foot on these pussy ass niggas neck
Nigga

I done felt the pain it done came in all the rain when they labeled me a felon
Loyal to the game but these niggas not the same nigga why you go and telling
Had a chip all on my shoulder when they told me
That's it's over Know to many niggas jealous
Damn I'm never sober cause the prices getting lower nigga call up on the reverend
I walk in they feel presence I think
That they get the message Ima different nigga stepping
Ain't no room for second it's gonna fuck up all my credit gotta keep it in the sevens

Written by:
Tylon Craighead

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