Prynce Greedy - 4 Tha Gram

All that flexin' for tha gram jus stop it
Cap one, what's in yo wallet
Got some young niggas and they love to get violent
Turn this bitch into a robbery
Nayborhood rollin' and I'm rich like Roddy
Lay the pipe watch her get rowdy
Yeen got the juice lil' nigga yeen poppin'
All that flexin' for tha gram jus stop it
I walk around wit my shit tucced
Play wit me you get ya shit bussed
He say he my nigga but move like an opp, the nigga jus might have to get touched
I keep me a bitch wit a big butt
To grip while I'm gettin my dicc succed
All of this money on me
I, feel like i done stole me a Brinks trucc
Walk it like I walk it, talk it like I talk it
If i rap about it then i lived it
I'm the realest nigga in the city
I dropped the ticcet tell me can you dig it
I got a thang for yellow pretty bitches, look like honey butter on a Church's biscuit
Get too excited when I count the digits
The biggest blood is gone respect this Crippin', all that flashin that money ain't yours
Rappin bout foreigns in a Ford
Niggas flat broke and they rather chase a whore
Niggas know We Up told Gotti checc the score
Imma ball til I can't no more
Smoke weed til I can't think no more
Niggas doin' all that cap in they rap talkin bout its Act, but they can't pour no four
All that flexin' for tha gram jus stop it
Cap one, what's in yo wallet
Got some young niggas and they love to get violent
Turn this bitch into a robbery
Nayborhood rollin' and I'm rich like Roddy
Lay the pipe watch her get rowdy
Yeen got the juice lil' nigga yeen poppin'
All that flexin' for tha gram jus stop it

Written by:
Demetrius Welton

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