6kfly - 50-50 (feat. D30)

This street shit getting deep dont know who really with me
The road never been sweet this shit fifty fifty
It ain't been twenty four hours how I get a ten piece
The plug keep coming back I move em like a frizby
How you tryna get bread in other niggas business
How the fuck he out the fed's man that nigga snitching
Bro dont fuck with the PoPos he gone kill a witness
If a fuck nigga ever tell he gone get some stitches
Thirty k in a week I feel like a magician
Everybody want some cheese like they help me get it
A thousand ways to get paper they still fail to mention
When we spinning you don't die thats a failed mission
I saw his body drop my five say pounce out and hit him
I miss my nigga Mal I swear I would've died with him
Seventy five in this comma this bitch gone shoot just like a missile
Like dawg a bounty hunter bitch you know we come and get ya
I could've went forty one but I went thirty six
I could've bought my bitch a purse but I just gave her dick
Be careful who you call on everybody don't wanna see you win
Its crazy how they talk about you when you ain't got shit
Why the fuck they still talking if they see you lit
Remember buying OZs bitch I can buy a brick
Ion smell like shit but bitch lil 30 be the shit
Could've paid your rent for a year what I spent on my wrist
Random bitches wanna see me now they wanna take a Blick
I cant trust nobody told lil Brodie grab the Blick
This street shit getting deep don't know who really with me
The road never been sweet this shit fifty fifty
It ain't been twenty four hours how I get a ten piece
The plug keep coming back I move em like a frizby
How you tryna get bread in other niggas business
How the fuck he out the fed's man that nigga's snitching
You wanna know how I knew how them pussy boys was snitching
Brodie went to jail by his self but had two codefendants
This a power circle pussy boy we ain't gone put you in it
Before I hit this atm lil bitch you better raise the limit
I be on the road like a navigator
Fuck it nigga I don't believe in shit but the Calculator
I fucked her in the bank parking lot
And I ain't sad to say it
Why the fuck you got that money on me cause I had to make it
Make a bag I'm finna do it everyday I'm getting to it
If I make me enough today
Then later on I'm making music
I cant let my runner bitch smoke cause she be acting stupid
Thirty sipping juice world so that mean's his dreams lucid
Trapping in my Patrick Ewings You know I come from the ruins
Walking back n forth inside the building you know what Im doing
I know that was DT in the lot cause its a Ford Fusion
They like why we don't see him a lot I'm presidential moving
Aye trappers and scammers in this bitch we tryna run it up
Don't talk about your big homie if his trap ain't hundred Up
If you ain't make ten pounds fly in one week you ain't done enough
And I got that shit on me now ion gotta sum it up
Blowing money like we BMF every pocket filled inside my mother fucking
Nike techs I got that shit shit on me right now you a think I'm 4PF
Why these niggas capping go ask Khaled
He know we the best choppers get to clapping get to tearing up a Nigga flesh
Green tips in this Big AR ripping through a vest
Money took a week to drop fuck it got a niggga stressed
Trap Nigga buy some white forces call that getting fresh
Me and thirty we go back to back you pussies get left
Me and thirty we gone take it all and you get the rest
Me and thirty we go back to back you pussies left*/

Written by:
Lawrenc Chambers

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