I’m on that backblock, I’m tryina get it all
It’s money out here, I’m tryina get it all
My nigger got that neck, I tell ‘em send it off
28 a joint, ok, WE PLAYING BALL
He don’t wanna retire, crack up in my claws
Watching out for Shiraq, he tryina get it all
They want cases on, they tryina send us off
Head me upstate, working all up out the yard
Taskforce Tuesday, watching all the cars out
Tell my youngling watch out for the molly, booze, and tie it all
Try for swinging, do the jungle like they taught us
Slowing down, staring, glad they see us marching
I bought out a stack pack tryina bring a step back
Break it down, headed up, went through it like I head back
Slip me once, slip me twice, then put it where my stash at
Tipee say he got a lick and I say where the cash at
And I’mma bring my letter out of storage, where my men at
He say he got 20Ks and we gonna go and grab that
Intersection, that’s a touchdown
We was fucked up but we up now
I’m on that backblock, I’m tryina get it all
It’s money out here, I’m tryina get it all
My nigger got that neck, I tell ‘em send it off
28 a joint, ok, WE PLAYING BALL
I’m on that backblock, I’m tryina get it all
It’s money out here, I’m tryina get it all
My nigger got that neck, I tell ‘em send it off
28 a joint, ok, WE PLAYING BALL
They say money make the world spin
I’m at the Louis store spending like a whirlwind
But you’re out here crying about a girlfriend
I’d rather get the Pyrex and drop girl in
I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay
I was sitting in jail for a short stay
Other niggas show up on court day
I’mma show ‘em the moon in broad day
Any case, street sweep, no dustpan
Cut grams, play the corner like the cut man
I left school and used to hang in the hooky house
I dropped water and powder, poured the cookie out
Big money, gotta count for free days
White girl, I make her drop like D Way
Purp wind, sour D or the P haze
I had a girl telling me I got three legs
I’m on that backblock, I’m tryina get it all
It’s money out here, I’m tryina get it all
My nigga got that neck, I tell ‘em send it off
28 a joint, ok, WE PLAYING BALL
I’m on that backblock, I’m tryina get it all
It’s money out here, I’m tryina get it all
My nigga got that neck, I tell ‘em send it off
28 a joint, ok, WE PLAYING BALL
The way we got them pausing, nothing with this grinding
Take it to the kitchen, finna find me and get to fronting
Grab the 62, got a point then grip the 9
Scratch my head, look at my man like yeah, we grinding
Used to play the crib, now we block it like a lion
Raised from the street, know them coppers wait in line
My boys ain’t doing great but they doing kinda fine
They replace it or they ain’t, never stuck up in the line, man
Heard about them niggas, how they sing like freaking Lineman
Crying like my bitches, used to nickel now I dime shit
Niggas want me fail like the prison system jail
When we vision all whipping all till I’m in a cell
I got niggas pushing Ls ’cause a nigga took an L
On the pill, hope he win, come home bringing hell
Get the orders from the kitchen then I sit it on the scale
Break it down, take the orders, then we send it like it’s mail
I’m on that backblock, I’m tryna get it all
It’s money out here, I’m tryna get it all
My nigga got that neck, I tell ‘em send it off
28 a joint, ok, WE PLAYING BALL
I’m on that backblock, I’m tryna get it all
It’s money out here, I’m tryna get it all
My nigga got that neck, I tell ‘em send it off
28 a joint, ok, WE PLAYING BALL
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