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p]
Huh huh, nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last
Head for the jack, we done the motherfuckers
And got rich this year you what I'm sayin'

P and bo went half on dope, half on some dope, half on some dope
P and bo went half on some dope, turn a ounce into a key

Mo' money, mo mother mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage
Peepin' out the window the ak
Paranoia, neighborhood
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my friends got the gear
down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the explain game , cause rain
So fuck what you heard and pay 16 for bird
We slangin' ki's and g's in the suburbs
full of dope, bold's yeah you know
Them niggas, quick to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers, only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to stack a mill

4x

Everyday, all day, to get paid
Straight ballin', that's how we bread

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, been for 22 years
Finally done came up, og a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this like calone, by that nigga pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these hits that I
The ice cream man, the pin of the bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, to the ground
S.k. 'bout to get my dirty, tru stand for hustla
So in the 500 sel and buckle up
On my way way to sac. with them gats, 40 g's,
4 filled of that kill' crack
Don't give a if I die or go to the pen.
I'm to the end, a dope fiends best friend
So call me the richmond brown
dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. king the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' nose in my cake mix
And like a ? ? ? away from
I mean harvest these chickens until a drought man
I got mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa hater in the
And I give you a bitch I give you a buck
Hit the niggas chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in work sellin' fuckin'
To the fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy when the feds hit the
Now the spots hot ain't got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization like a clock

4x

[king
Just another episode of how us no limit tru niggas our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread to the underworld
You know I mean and like nigga p
Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get
how we break bread hahahaha