Still Hurt

Been counting this money so long Lil nigga my hands still hurt If you aint got that bag Lil nigga you damn sure should I spent bands on sum This a Lamb Truck son I just ran through sum Yeah! More money, more problems I guess thats what a broke nigga said Huh, Huh I'm fucking that bitch And I put that lil hoe straight to bed I'm flying from state to state To city to city You know that i'm good everywhere Don't text my phone or call my number About no bitch cause I dont care Niggas know not to spin this way Keep a glock right on my lap That one hoe blocked me and went that way Cause i've been deep in my bag Won't get no text back or no sorry Won't even get a my bad It's f*ck you hoes and f*ck you niggas Get this shit straight from my dad Been counting this money so long Lil nigga my hands still hurt If you aint got that bag Lil nigga you damn sure should I spent bands on sum This a Lamb Truck son I just ran through sum I pour that lean up in my cup I roll 3.5 up in my blunt Y'all niggas broke and mad as f*ck Only nineteen, y'all aint keeping up He aint really street Nah, it's just a stunt I pull out that choppa I bet he gone run If he run into me He gone keep his chain tucked If he leaving it out then i'm getting it took Huh, Huh Been counting this money so long Lil nigga my hands still hurt If you aint got that bag Lil nigga you damn sure should I spent bands on sum This a Lamb Truck son I just ran through sum I put rick on thats my look See that risk, thats what I took I, do not have to reach for the pole Nigga might sleep when he feel this hook Better pay that fee if you want this hook I could sell to the sea, got fent on the hook New ARP might get me the book Need like ten thou if you want me booked Might jump in the crowd I'm high off xans Baby dont touch me I'm not your man Percs on me and they back by demand Free my brother up out that slam I dont got opps, nigga I got fans Ever since 16, yeah I moved like the man They aint check on me Never held my hand But it's okay baby I got bands Thats why I drown in my thoughts and get lost 03' Supra came with the nos Chrome hearts bag with a glock if they cross Drip or you drown nigga I got sauce Play my song, turn his shit off Just cause I got money dont mean i'm soft I'll break your face Nigga smash that jaw Huh, bitch! He think he a soldier He dont got rank Just matte blacked my Range Calm V8 but it look like a tank We wet his black till he sank Taking drugs to the brain Cause its keeping me sane Ever since gang got hit I'm sick I swear life aint been the same He think he snatching my chain Nigga, never Got so much money You only see it in a dream Less you pray to the devil Boy i'm really a stepper He pull up on me He get hit with the metal Nigga I need me a medal I'm really a veteran Ready whenever Yeah, yeah Been counting this money so long Lil nigga my hands still hurt If you aint got that bag Lil nigga you damn sure should I spent bands on sum This a Lamb Truck son I just ran through sum Yeah! (Been counting this money so long Lil nigga my hands still hurt If you aint got that bag Lil nigga you damn sure should I spent bands on sum This a Lamb Truck son I just ran through sum)