SupaWassi
Robin Banks & TallupTwinz & Burna Bandz & Houdini
TallupTwinz & Burna Bandz
TallupTwinz & Houdini & Burna Bandz
Burna Bandz & J Neat
Why G & Pressa
Robin Banks
FB & 21Neat
Big Billz
Houdini & Burna Bandz
Burna Bandz & Houdini
Pressa
Whosrome & TallupTwinz & Burna Bandz
FB
Pressa & Burna Bandz & Houdini
Robin Banks
TallupTwinz & Why S & Burna Bandz
TallupTwinz & Houdini & Burna Bandz
UpTopMovement Inc & Whosrome & Burna Bandz & TallupTwinz
Big Billz
SupaWassi & Burna Bandz
Burna Bandz & Pressa
Burna Bandz & Houdini & Pressa
Burna Bandz & Houdini
Why G & J Neat & SupaWassi
Houdini & FB
Pressa & T Dub (3L)
Houdini x Burna Bandz
[Intro]
Shoutout my bro 21 man you know how we rocking man
Gang, gang, fat neat, nigga
You know how the fuck we coming, man
Lah, lah, gang
(Ooooo J Mak)
[Chorus: FB]
Man I really used to wrap shit
Way before this rap shit
30 grand in my mattress
I'm smoking out a pound you smoking out a half zip
Man I really used to wrap shit
Way before this rap shit
30 grand in my mattress
I'm smoking out a pound you smoking out a half zip
[Verse 1: FB]
Smoke a nigga like a damn spliff
We don't slide, bitch, we damn drift
Hopping up ever since a nigga last flick
It's on a lap, I do the dash in a fast whip
Fuck the cops free the bros ho'
I got the nina and 21 got the four-o
Fuck a bitch all we want is some more dough
Fuck ice all my youngins want is more pole
'Cause my block gets sticky
We don't slip like ricky
I was down, they kicked me
But now I'm up, they miss me
But fuck all that, I don't owe them a dollar
Same bitches used to diss, all tryna holler
[Chorus: FB]
Man I really used to wrap shit
Way before this rap shit
30 grand in my mattress
I'm smoking out a pound you smoking out a half zip
Man I really used to wrap shit
Way before this rap shit
30 grand in my mattress
I'm smoking out a pound you smoking out a half zip
[Verse 2: 21Neat]
You don't bang what I bang
You can't hang
Only Wassas with me, that's the gang
They don't talk, nigga, put one to your brain
You stayed missing, man, you niggas ain't got no aim
Yeah, I really used to wrap shit
Runnin' through them packs
Runnin' through them fat zips
I love the game, I love the hustle, Money Making Mitch
Money on my mind, I'm tryna see a damn brick
In the trap, no sleep, I'm bleaching
Ring, ring, these bucktees fiending
One hit, it got 'em leanin'
Fat Neat, that be my demon
Only thing that I trust is my gun and my bloodthas
Wass Gang, Neat Gang, never rock with no others
[Chorus: FB]
Man I really used to wrap shit
Way before this rap shit
30 grand in my mattress
I'm smoking out a pound you smoking out a half zip
Man I really used to wrap shit
Way before this rap shit
30 grand in my mattress
I'm smoking out a pound you smoking out a half zip
(Ooooo J Mak)