Alba s touto skladbou:
Chills 2,
Yea nigga
I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man, 100
Aye Drew, put some delay on my voice, put some re-rup on that and turn me up
Niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking it’s a game
I might a lot, but I ain’t playing with them
I’m up all day, I work all night
I rolling a weed, I’m on the flight
Soon as I land, I’m gonna ride, I’m on the grind
40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Flying all around the world like I’m a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out the bottle, that’s how we drink clicko
And we all from the same hood
That’s why we feel the same thing
Like saying one of our pockets hurting
We all gon feel the same pain
Eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting
Now the dawg nervous , we the bomb searchers
Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Old school, back seat, with a stash in it
Big joint, OG, mixed with hash in it
And it’s TGOD, you niggas last minute
Your flow last year, the swag last fall
You just the last place, you ain’t gon last at all
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You know it’s Taylor Gang or die
Haha, word
Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling, you gotta pay them the coop
Ain’t no rules out this motherfucker who sold you that book
Bitch we down when it’s cracking, around my way and you know that
Can get more than I ever asked so be afraid of the go back
Yeah I’m talk, I’m cooling, moving
No cameras, respect the shooters
I’m out on this money train,
You don’t know about hustle, do you
It’s everything in or nothing
Bitch you know how I get down
You wasn’t mad at me before
So why is you mad at me now?
The alcohol got you talking
You do the same things and the cops
Know conversation know where we playing
Only for money calls only
That mean I can’t deal with them old games that you tryna kick
This ain’t Shinobi
I told her baby you thirsty? She responded I’m cool
Said your wrist it’s got water, I told her bitch this a pool
Feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first
But if you owe me money, I need my grit first, word
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
What you smokin’ on mane?
Aha, what you got in your bag dough bra?
The same shit, new bitch with me
Box money run 2-50
I’m running through the stop lights, late night
I told baby girl get your cake right
That kush doesn’t taste right
We take it to the hand, all you smell is cake can, cookie smoke in the Benz
Where my roof go, I stack up quick. Why they move slow?
White girls in my room, I’m smoking while they do blow
Plus life, no crushed ice, 20K in the game, my bookie loves life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I don’t tuck it, it’s nothing
2 first class flights to the function
20 zens, a hundred 20 grand
In the city where the pretty girls dance
And them plants grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash
If you pass me bullshit, I’ma laugh
I’m the man, no lie baby
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds.
