PAIID $cAMS & BigVidoBandz - 4:38 Freestyle
We gon take that nigga kit he ain't gettin his shit backRob the plug for the drugs he callin tryna get them bricks back
Brodie rollin off the pills my lil nigga done did that
Niggas steady talkin tuff they never gettin' they mans back
Woke up just made it lite seven still reclining back
Niggas hit my phone on bullshit I ain't replying back
Bitch I'm somethin' like a big man I just rebound n pass
Dogs said his ass finna kill me, but he ain't tryin that
Went to hit the sale, forgot the bag, now I'm flyin' back
Hit his ass with Glock 23, now he flyin back
In the booth with my nigga paid now I'm like where mon at
Wish I can go back to the old days, tryna rewind back
Dog thought I was playin, put that Glock where it's spine at
Interceptor with them packs, nigga, I did a blind catch
Smoke a fat wood of za put me in a different mindset
ate at perc at 430, I ain't high yet
Drop a beat out of 230s, make the crowd clear
Tryna catch a B do some different shit lock a hundred on the ARP
These niggas tryna cap rap, I'm speakin' differently
Nigga signing for a name, I need 500k at least
A sign my name on the dot for a spot, doin' ten a week
Stolen TRX truck, I think it's Hennessy
I'm lookin' round for a wock pint, you drinkin' Hennessy
I got a bitch on the north side, her name's Symphony
I'm riding round with this 4-5, but I keep ten
lil bro spottin' up off shots, he want attempts for me
This nigga smokin' on the rock, said he killin' me
I got this bitch showing titties, could she feelin' me
I'm way past the city shit, fuck who feelin' me
can't get up for bullshit and waste my energy
Give my lil' nigga gun, he goin' on a killin' spree
I feel tempted, I'ma shoot, that's my tendencies
I stained a niggas for these drugs, I got this shit for free
Bitch, my name Stained Racks , they gon' remember me
We don't smoke the same shit if you smoke 10 a G
A nigga say he on my head, that shit be killin' me
you the types of nigga to get booked and then tell it all
I'm the type of nigga to grab a bow and then sell it all
I know this plug outta Cali, he a Mail it all
I know it's money in the air if it's scales involved
You know we smokin' on that real Za's, you can smell the cough
And bitch, I'm not Queen Latifah, but I set it off
And bitch, free my nigga Mike, that's my fuckin' dog
Get a nigga smoked out his boots, gotta make that one call
Niggas steady flashin' guns, we a-bump em'for em' all
Shootin' out of town with yo' bitch, you know we gettin' off
Smokin' woods, makin' plays, tryna run away from the law
Can tell this bitch smoke blues, her skin fallin' off
I could put you on a play, but I ain't sellin' sauce
Catchin' plays in another state, ID Randy Morris
I'm good with my game, even if it's hand-to-hand involved
Finesse the bitch outta her pantaloons, take them panties off
Put a condom in my main, bitch, if some bands involved
If it ain't money conversations, I can't get involved
OT slappin' stores up, they think I'm sellin' doors
I got a plan, in my mind on how how to hit em' all
Sick V-Dog bands on yo' ass tsk tsk get em all
Spend some bands on a pretty bitch, that's how I be tricking off
Fat nigga with some big bands, guess I'm Rick Ross
Written by:
Paiid Ski
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