RetcH
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[Verse]
They got guns but they can't aim
Cops snatch me, I don't chant names
Just pop bills like it's champagne
And drop tops like it can't rain
Just know it's money if that phone rang
You new n***as got no aura
Straight food, I should cold dog ya
Murders pop and took the coat off ya
And catch me headed to the coast warmer
Drug dealer turned boat boarder
Might do the loafers with no socks, n***a
Shit, who I am kidding, bitch I'm from the block, n***a
And I'm nothing like these n***as and these weird fashions
No old heads to guide 'em, n***as straight faggots
Little pants with the funny shoes
And y'alls is tryna be tough, y'all some funny dudes
Half you n***as trash and half you n***as clowns
Let's take it back to snatching walks and duffing n***as out
Loose laces in my air forces
Waves is spinning all stupid, could make a bear nauseous
And jack women off the hook cause they see me with Soul
They wanna know if I'm TDE, the Mob, or I'm both
Ha, I tell these n***as that it's Fast Money
Finesse the World 'til the day that the feds plug me
Throwing big H'z, n***as think I'm brim
And I'm riding to the death, n***as sink or swim
And all I wanna do is get the neck from RiRi
Making plays on the phone while I'm watching TV
Fix a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and vac seal the diddy
I used to bag the soft and burn one with my n***a Drizzy
Sell it out the 'brid with the no lights
Winter time, no heat, but it was alright
Cause everybody had they bands up
From X, weed, to .2s of the tan stuff
N***as even had ya mother smoking
N***a