Blake Money

Hell nah I ain't gone give you no gun
Strapped up, I ain't goin for nun'
Nigga we ride with 100 in the drum
Nigga I can do this shit by myself
I can cook the cocaine, nigga, I don't need help
Strapped the fuck up, I ain't talkin bout a seatbelt
Hit em with the dirt, pop-pop, wa-watch em melt
Bitch ass nigga be talking like you with it
Nigga you know that's cap
I feel like Blake Money, lil nigga, speak all facts
I beat a nigga head in with a 'ball bat
I fucked that bitch one time then called back
I hit that hoe on the couch and the mat
Fucked her in the trap on the stove by the bag
Young nigga, I fell in love with the racks
Ran this shit up nigga, all the way up to the ceiling
I ain't got no education, I'm good with drug dealing
Don't give a fuck bout none of these niggas
30 on me, I shoot an innocent civilian
Young nigga, I was trappin out for real
I get the cocaine off and the pills
I could serve yo ass a perc or a xan
I pull out the 30, rob you and yo man
Nigga we strapped the fuck out like Pakistan
Everybody got a t-shirt like Taliban
Don't play with me nigga, get yo ass shot
Nigga I'm cookin, nigga I done fucked up the last pot
Nigga I robbed em, nigga I got him for his last block
Pussy ass nigga
You know they were owing me
I got a 40 on me, this ain't O.E
Nigga don't run up on me, I'm blowing
Everybody know bout Papi, I'm toting
Nigga that choppa leave you with a slow leak
Gotta watch that nigga, gotta play me in closed league
Can't let no nigga control me
Hell nah nigga, ain't no folding
I gotta stay solid when I'm in that cage
You a broke ass nigga making minimum wage
Don't play with me bitch, you get shot in yo face
Wanna be a star, bullets put you on the front page
Niggas be acting like they with this shit
I don't like that nigga, I might light that nigga
They think I'm a lil hypocrite
Honestly I don't give a shit
I got my young nigga stickin shit
Nephew in the kitchen whippin shit
Nigga I'm cookin up, quit this shit
If this shit go broke, then that 40 gon come through and fix this shit
Niggas be actin like they really with it
Nigga be chargin me, that broke boy gotta quit it
Lil nigga we did it, these niggas be snitchin
That shit so sickening, nigga I'm working my wrist in that kitchen
Lightning fast, strike em, blast
Nigga I gotta get to the money, nigga I just need me a bag
Got a bitch who gone run it up

Girl, baby-daddy dead broke, tell em come get a double up
30 on me, I am not with the knuckle up
2 cells, 2 stories, I got them grams
Fuck do I look like poppin a xan?
My auntie Pat used to dig out the garbage can
Pulled up to prom in a stolen caravan
Fucked up 31 grams, had to rob some
Looking for a plug OT, that's job hunt
Dirty ass 4th street nigga, never had nun
Hoe, tu quoque, love no thotty
I'm uppin the glick if I feel it's a problem
I speak how I feel, I got that from my mama
I'm slangin the cut and then serving narcotics
Grandma, she told me to stay out them streets
4 hour drive, gettin em thangs for cheap
Pop yo location, I don't wanna meet
Huh? I met the plug, came back with the overload
Shit gettin critical, junkie just overdosed
Well respected in the hood, had to make a way
Beat a nigga with the Glock till (?)
Fentanyl in the trap, it could still (?)
These niggas lie in they raps, they fabricate
Young nigga down bad, livin the savage way
She want a cut, but I'm stuck in the trap today
Young nigga came up from robbin the pizza man
Ain't know my daddy and still don't want meet the man
Call up DrugRxch Papi he come and beat the pan
Fly right on you with that 30 like Peter Pan, damn
Tony Hawk grind, that's how we work
Don't talk to me less I speak first
I been robbin niggas since way back
Niggas still wearing "Stop snitching" t-shirts
Nigga I'll put yo ass on a t-shirt