Unreleased leak

[Intro]
That's what crime do
See these young niggas— that's how the mob move
(BassKids, answer your motherfuckin' phone, nigga)

[Verse 1]
These racks in my pocket, that's what crime do
See my young niggas with me 'cause that's how the mob move
I turned the cream soda to a Piru
Look me head to toe, everything I got exclusive
I kicked into overdrive, I ain't tryna lose
She could fuck the square nigga, had to cut her loose
My young niggas shootin' like they run the two
Why you lyin' on my name when you know the truth?
Connectеd with no plug like the Bluetooth
All whitе truck, but the seats in it soowoo
Bitch nigga, take him for his chain, he like New New
Granny seen my cup, I had to lie, I said it's prune juice
I threw the deuce sign when I blew through
7 Mile, dog in the car with no roof, roof
My hundreds turned blue, it got jumped, then it's new crew
He ain't got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon

[Verse 2]
More money, more power, more sex
Asked that bitch, "Where the throat at?" At the door step
Get your own, nigga, don't take handouts from no man
Get the lo', hit the road with it, show your gonads
Coppin' blow, put your toes on it, make some more grams
Left the porch, twelve years old, richer than some grown men
Press the gas, pressure on, we can't give 'em no chance
Nigga lied in all his songs, he ain't ever road-ran
Get the chicken, make it grow, I need some more eggs
Fuck the lights out her while I'm broke, flip the ho bread
The lo' just dropped, nigga, code red
Damn, Veeze, you really slimed that nigga? Sure did
I'll make that bitch hold the blicky 'fore we hold hands
I'll make that bitch get up with you, make you blow a ten
Hit the Walmart and swipe giffies, my first gig
If she ain't down to stuff the bag, that's the wrong bitch

[Interlude]
Gang
Gang, ganger

[Verse 3]
The way I lean break the laws of physics
He like Chris Rock dad when it come to the spending
Never did crime, break the law in his lyrics
I'm high off yellow pills like I'm flyin' on Spirit
I ain't just rappin', nigga, I'm speakin' from experience
Bust the wrapper, you gon' see the white like Britney Spears in it
FaceTimed bro on the Lear geeked, seal rippin'
Gallery don't make me make appointments, you a lil' nigga
Take 75, still put chills in me
Give my bitch a thousand at a time just for dealin' with me
Take a thousand beans to the hillbillies
How the fuck I build a friendship with pill sniffers?
It be the fakest niggas claimin' they the real niggas
I need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket
I'm tellin' bro 'nem chill, they just wanna kill niggas
These niggas think I'm famous, I don't even feel different

[Interlude]
Gettin' richer, miller
Yeah

[Verse 4]
Gettin' richer, racin' to a miller
Keepin' distant, dodgin' penitentiary
Just to get what I got, he'll turn killer
You better keep some money comin' just like your opinion
Keep your head up, it get realer and realer
So much dirt, I forget to repent for forgiveness
I'm glad I'm out the game 'cause the snitches living
I put her on a wave like I live in a river
Gettin' paid for all the shit I been through
Pourin' champagne on the ground, tellin' bro I miss him
He lost his mind, I don't know that nigga
Honest, trust over lie, never over bitches
Tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege
I'ma need a purple cane when I'm old, sipping
Young nigga, got more game than an old nigga
Stopped smokin', still droppin' dirty dope, mixing