Five Thou

Ayy Check how I kick it Brudda dyin' for a check you know that he the realest Keep my circle tight and we locked in like we in prison Hate to see us getting money f*ck 'em stand on business Shed some tears while coming up I need a box of tissue Bitch I'm steady havin' go head tell 'em folks em pipe down Doing less and talkin shit ain't seen no five thou All we do is take you better take the right route Mama cryin' but I tell her we alright now Dirty work no I ain't cozy did this shit all by my lonely 24k like my name Kobe golden chain for my lil woadie Day and night lean steady pourin' way I'm smoking kill me slowly F*ck that boy he know we roaming sending hits we motorolin' Cutting her off 'cause she boppin' F*ck from the back gimme knowledge Ain't 'bout no jeans yea we robbin' Uppin' that ruler no college 886 I'm a problem Carry that stick he a target Empty that clip ain't no talkin' Air that bitch out ain't no boxin' Bitch I'm star High as a plane while I chase Audemars Family crossed me that shit made me heartless Came from that 20 by 20 apartments Feedin' my loved ones they tired of starvin' Stay with my grandma I'm feelin' adopted Loving no bitch put my heart in the coffin Got a white bitch yea I take her to target Freaky lil ho do the Nicki Menaging Running that water and cutting some raw Turn to a junkie my mind I done lost F*ck the police I be ducking the laws Feelin' that bitch imma take off her drawls I know they envy was never my dawg I know they leave when you taking a loss Askin' for money they know that you hot I be on gas yea I'm caught in my thoughts Spot 'em in traffic we spray at the van Whole hundred shots we gon' knock off yo friend Keep it a thousand won't lie to my mans She hate to see that my blunt in my hand Locked in with bro like we up in the can This shit go back but they don't understand Do it all lonely ain't gimme no chance Uncle he passed that ain't part of the plan You know you finished you up on the list Duckin' yo shit yea they better not miss There ain't no stopping I'm getting me rich Talkin no frito I'm stackin' my chips 886 they can't f*ck with the kid Shit on these bitches they know what it is Always been bugging since I was a jit Thuggin' in public we uppin' the stick Check how I kick it Brudda dyin' for a check you know that he the realest Keep my circle tight and we locked in like we in prison Hate to see us getting money f*ck 'em stand on business Shed some tears while coming up I need a box of tissue Bitch I'm steady havin' go head tell 'em folks em pipe down Doing less and talkin shit ain't seen no five thou All we do is take you better take the right route Mama cryin' but I tell her we alright now