C. Gray - I-95

Man this rap shit easy
Its just these niggas fake
Niggas never sold shit and I can't relate
I be getting to the bag yup all day
Count the pape stack it up move far away
Running through these bows niggga like a running back
Tried to switch the game up bitch I'm Bo Jack
Niggas aint on shit and we know that (Yea we know)
Where the ghetto you was saying shit got sold at (We don't know)
Helmut Lang drip wear it once and I'm through
I don't trust a bitch she always want something new
I just got some head she was loving the crew
R&B Gray I got rhythm I got blue money
Thumbing through the checks we was cashing em out
Pull up to my hood we was passing em out
Niggas thought it was a game started asking around
Running to the bank bitch who laughing now

Riding 95 for that work nigga

Aye they say them niggas getting fresh cause them checks out
And baby say she went Gray cause she stressed out
A get this money mind your business that's the best route
They aint believe me now these niggas feeling left out
And we she sucking me I make her pull them breast out
Head shot soon as a nigga poke his chest out
Its a dirty ass game bring them refs out
And get these niggas off the court who got next down
Man I got dope in the cleaners getting pressed down
That bag change yo bitch demeanor she impressed now
It aint no pressure nigga I just scored a touchdown
Off a go route who the catch now
I aint flexing when I drop its gon' test out
Im tryna knock a nigga out before the next round
And we some million dollar niggas I aint just round
And if we talking bout the price I got the best round

Riding 95 for that work nigga
(Yea)
I 95 with that shit on me

Written by:
Chris Gray

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