(48 Hz)
(Al Geno on the track)
[EST Gee]
How the hell you reup without addin', you still don't make much?
Sometimes when you tryna boss up the gang, you take a paycut
And I can shoot with both hands, tell me why would I pass this layup?
It's easy, bounce back, movin' Fiji for forty-five a peezy
Motivate 'em, Jeezy, I ain't have no OG to mislead me
But I can't leave the trap alone, the game need me
Don't play with Geeski, slimy, snake, sneaky
If I feel played today, gone by the evening
One hundred
We don't need no drop to catch up with him, we go duck huntin'
Been fuckin' her hours off these Percs, I don't feel no nut comin'
You told me I ain't low, you got my lo', why you ain't done nothin'?
Told lil' bruh he wan' lock in with us, he gotta slump somethin'
[Lil Jairmy]
I'm sick of niggas sayin' they hands-on and they ain't touch nothin'
Lately, I been ridin' all by myself 'cause I don't trust nothin'
Walk in with that FN by my belt, don't gotta tuck nothin'
Try me, I'ma shoot your ass to death, I'm tryna slump somethin'
Uh, put the trap on jumper cables
I'm buyin' all these diamonds for all the times when I wasn't able
Put them bricks up on the road, I'm a real paper chaser
He was thuggin' and he told, I don't respect these niggas' gangster
[Lil Jairmy]
I swear a couple killers owe me favors
My lil' homie can't leave the house, he got a monitor on his ankle
Mixed emotions, all that pain I felt is turnin' into anger
Niggas get killed tryna step 'cause they run right into danger, dog
Uh, other than PS5, don't play no games at all
Yeah, stickin' to the code, I ain't gon' change at all
Bought it soft, now it's hard, it ain't the same at all
All these niggas, they tryna be down, but they ain't gang at all
Really important nigga, I park my whip in the front
Every time I roll me one up, tryna stuff a zip in a blunt
Codeine sipper, know it's two zips up in every cup
Traphouse so ignorant, every day feel like the first of the month
[Lil Jairmy]
I'm sick of niggas sayin' they hands-on and they ain't touch nothin'
Lately, I been ridin' all by myself 'cause I don't trust nothin'
Walk in with that FN by my belt, don't gotta tuck nothin'
Try me, I'ma shoot your ass to death, I'm tryna slump somethin'
Uh, put the trap on jumper cables
I'm buyin' all these diamonds for all the times when I wasn't able
Put them bricks up on the road, I'm a real paper chaser
He was thuggin' and he told, I don't respect these niggas' gangster
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