Fast Pace TGG x Greensnap - Carry On

Real king ent shit
Nahh
Fuck that you gotta show me
Put ya elbows to ya ankles
Ima show where they ain't goin
Let you see what they ain't doin
I can tell you who they ain't foolin
Scholarship intellect got kicked out of every schoolin
Learn proper from streets hands on
Torch a nigga with the 40 let it get it's Flame on keep sleeping
Blowing on the loudest hi tec got me high ball clowing
Designer got me styling
With all this gold on I'm feeling the proudest champion statues
Kill everything in my way I'm fucking hazard
Drowning in them hunnits yea that's all that matter
When you get the picture it becomes a perfect capture
I love it when she deep throat while I smoke my reefah
I ain't green to the game no mo
Reason we playing the same no mo
Aventador dash ona haters tho
Gimmie the loot the fuck I need to be famous fo
Yo money and throat the fuck I need to love you fo
My ex bitch wanted to marry him
Bitch if you don't have a million carry on
Bitch if you don't have a million carry on
I looked up to niggas like bg and pimp c
Never cross they self or the code of the streets
Coughing with every hit this some potent shit
Look at the j like damn bitch counting up money while I'm high I love this shit
Don't ask me why I'm high
I love this shit
Making impossible plays bounce back
Now that's how ya magic work
I ain't even dropping bands she seeing the bands making it twerk
I can count from a preteen how much I put In work
Now I'm blowing killa jealous of the flames in my fire place living purer
Armani exchange I drop ashes on
Mohammad Ali flow original as Cassius tho
I been counting money all day
Don't never want it to stop no
I been counting money allday
Aventador dash ona haters tho
Gimmie the loot the fuck I need to be famous fo
Yo money and throat the fuck I need to love you fo
My ex bitch wanted to marry him
Bitch if you don't have a million carry on
Bitch if you don't have a million carry on

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Fast TGG

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