All Gas No Breaks (feat. BG Free$moke)

Aye Bitch So why you askin fo ah hand out Knowin damn well shit ain't free round the trap House Hunnit for a feature it you want yo song to stand Out Tried rob me ha gave that lil boy a man down Aye Bitch So why you askin fo ah hand out Knowin damn well shit ain't free round the trap House Hunnit for a feature it you want yo song to stand Out Tried rob me ha gave that lil boy a man down I could get the shhh fo the low bitch you kno how It goes How you say you kept it solid but you fucked on the Bro's Circle tighter then a vigin can't get caught wit a How If im eva goin broke i'm hittin door fo da door I'm hittin door fo the door I'm gettin stacks fo the stacks Gotta get it how i live cuz i ain't goin back If you heard me say i love i was talkin to racks Nyggas smokin fake carts while i'm rollin up Thrax Bitch Dey call me mister chase a bag while u beggin For money And my dick gon make her sick cuz im inside Her tummy Dey was laughin at my music wishin days Would be sunny But u broker then a bitch so u tell me what's Funny Ha Bitch So why you sayin that you rich fo Knowin damn well you on yo ass not on yo ten Toes Talk a lot shyt but be foldin like sum damn Clothes Thinkin bout da green while you cryin boutta Bland hoe I had to get it out the mud got it straight from The dirt Dyin young goin broke dey ain't been nothin Worse And des bitches love me crazy getchyo Feelings hurt Used to hate me now they love me now they see I'm in first Bitch Pump Fakers Ian Fuckin wit you pump fakers And most of you niggas broke y'all ain't Touchin paper You could catch me in da sky like a fuckin Scraper And by be ballin hard by i am not a laker Aye I'm goin toe fo the toe I had to boss up And leave that street shit alone Baby talkin bout she love me but she fuckin da Bro's Ten toes i could never put my trust ina hoe Call me mister get a bag Broke niggas mad Baby got the feddy she gon put it on my lap I gave it all i had Dis shit is goin' sad But if rap don't work den iss back to the trap I ain't fuckin wit you raps SixNine I gotta keep a couple shooters jus like Columbine Baby tryin join da team told her get in lie And free all the real niggas das doin time Bitch Aye You don't know Popped a three oh foe Had to send a hoe Get da chips pass it to da bro's Das a give and go Goin slow Up and down the freeway tryin get sum dough Mind is on a bag while you worried bout a fuckin Hoe When i come around Tuck yo bitch and them gold chains Swerve and hit yo block hot headed call dat Road rage Pass da heat around catch a body like i'm oj Lay a nygga flat me dying that's a no way