Pound 4 Pound

[Intro]
Fifty G's sittin' up on the countertop
VLONE and some socks, yeah (Young Swagg)
Purple jeans
(Woah, yeah), woah, yeah (Woah, yeah)

[Verse]
Hundred-fifty G's on the countertop, yeah
Rockin' VLONE and some Gucci socks, yeah
Break a bale down in some purple jeans, yeah
Sad to say me and my niggas came up servin' fiends
Sad to say I quit the drank, but I keep sippin' lean, yeah
Caught a dub last week, I did that with my team, yeah
I cut the bitch off 'cause she ain't ride back with the P's, yeah
It's no limit to this shit, I feel like Master P
Ridin' with the chopper, this my only charge partner
Trappеd a thousand grams in my Auntie Pam apartment
Dropped a dеuce up in a Mountain Dew
Cashed out with your plug, they like, "Who the fuck is dude?" Yeah
Got it out the gutter, I'm a hustlin' motherfucker
Takin' trips on the road, tryna double up my profit
All my niggas count that money, we don't do no pocket watchin'
If you pay attention, you gon' see that rocket in our pocket, yeah
She got on some pink panties, I just took a pink panther
Hope your mama got insurance when we catch you slippin', yeah
Tell me if you want it hit to leave it way it is, yeah
Run off with the sack, that's your ass, call my hitter, he gon' crash, yeah
I just spent the night with a bunch of bags, yeah
Overnight when I send it back, woah, yeah
Smellin' like a pound walkin' through the airport, yeah
Count it out in cash, get somebody transport it, woah
Stop by Sonic, get some ice, then I go and get a Sprite
I'ma hit it twice, ain't gon' never think twice, yeah
Forty G's in twenties, ooh, that's a dog fight
Sent a letter to my nigga down the road, that's a kite, woah, yeah

[Outro]
Pound for pound
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, yeah
Trapzone
Woah
Yeah, woah
Woah