130 S Plymouth ave

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Get up in the morning
Roll my za
Think about my money
Speak just how I feel
Out my chest
I ain't being funny
Blew a couple rack
I gotta get it back and double my money
She like do you want me
I'm like nah, I want some money
Tell a nigga eat dick
I Came up
Did it on my own
Go to the side door
Knock on the door or you could just call my phone
Take care of the trap with good work and good prices
Trap nigga goals
Busy right now scraping the rest that's left up
Leave me alone

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna stay cool, calm, and collected
I ain't tryna spazz out
Nigga thought he was part of the team
And now he assed out
Tryna keep my sane and not lose it all
I'm about to crash out
Baby I'm having nightmares in my sleep
I'm at the traphouse
Think about the past and get goosebumps
I ain't tryna go back there
Two pits in the backyard next to the work
So don't go back there
130 South Plymouth
Auntie, I ain't goin there
Told the plug just take it
You ain't gotta count it, nigga
You know it's there
All my life I dream about this shit
Ain't nobody takin it from me
I trust Auntie
She ain't gon steal from me
That's why she weighing it for me
Fuck off the phone say it to my face
Nigga, come say it to me
All of my opps know what the fuck it is
They don't be playin with me
Cameras round the trap
I know it's Unc'
He want a three point five
ETA always five minutes
Auntie know a nigga outside
Every time that script come back around they know I'm good for it
Me and my bitch got a house off in the burbs
But I'm still in the hood for it
Plug be moving nervous
Cause he know I got that demon in me
I'm like my Auntie momma said
My daddy she don't see him in me
I blessed Auntie with seven dimes when she needed fifty
Every time she get a check she know to come and tip me
Sat in the driveway of the bando
Trappin out the car
That nigga playin with pistols
He ain't tryna play with no ball
Dirty ass nigga from the east side
Still gon put it on
Even in reception all the way to population
Still putting on
I'm driving with my knees
I'm drunk I'm tryna park the car
Every time twelve came through
I never talked at all
Put your life on the line for that bag
What you need to be on
Ever since I went out of town they ain't really see me no more
I got different licks on different levels
I got different licks on different levels
I pushed that button then I push the pedal
Auntie cookin up on the spoon that right there heavy metal
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[Outro]
On different levels
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Yeah
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