So Much

[Hook: P-Dice]
Scrolling big loud, yeah, we blowing stank yo
Living big now, I do what you can’t yo
I keep loot around, yeah, you know them bankrolls
All these shooters ‘round, fuck I need a bank for?
Damn, that’s so much cash to count right now
I’m staring at your bitch like damn
That’s so much ass to bounce
They got so much shit to say
I slap that dope back on your strip
And I got so much clips to spray

[Verse 1: P-Dice]
Blowing up my phone, fuck you want?
Said that Dicey broke, fuck you thought?
Shooters with me cocking, blaow, I’m blowing fifties out the pound
My flow is icky, ask your child
Only deal with heavy dough, I’m holding chickens, yeah, you know
You need a wing, then, let me know
Only think of dough first, yeah, I’m gon’ slide with your ho
But, I got chips to go first
Said she heard that I’ma slay it, I get crazy when I fuck her
Bite her neck and suck her blood
What the fuck be on my mind? Damn, I don’t know man
All I know I gives ‘em fire every time

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[Verse 2: Rari Rock]
I’m trapping, I’m stacking, these niggas is napping
Count on my niggas, we making it happen
El Capatan, Dice is the captain
These niggas is hating and my niggas laughing
Getting this money, nothing between
Better than me? That’s up in your dreams
Still with them shooters that’s clutching them beams
Dirt got the loud, my cup full of lean
They think they fucking with the squad but they can’t though
Balling so hard on him, broke his ankles
They call me Rari Rock, please stay up in your lane yo
I keep a hitta, he will make a nigga clank yo
Fucking your bitch, I be wearing her out, tearing her out
Real trap niggas never hear of a drought
Blowing on this dope, I be clearing it out
Pyurhell gang, what you hearing about?
Pyurhell gang, what you hearing about?
Rolling off a flat, bring the animal out, squad

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