Est. 98 lyrics

by

Yhung T.O.


[Intro]
Est. 98
You know Dada winning
n*gga

[Verse]
Aye, come correct tryna shop in this sh*t in my name, but I own the whole block
[?] tried to count my pockets n*gga, know I'm worth a lot
Most of my n*ggas got indicted, crackers locked 'em in a box
Pooh with the beat, with the bowls
If i'm ever outta state, you know I'm bringin' back pro's
We all 'bout to celebrate [?] with the load
We done come a long way, remember trappin' in the cold
When it comes to these hoes, b*tch my heart so froze
I can't even waste time the meal ticket is the goal
The same spot a month, it ain't even got a stove
n*ggas banging off the hook, we done got some sh*t sold
Don't waste my time not a minute of it
Know some n*ggas gettin' dropped if I hit the button
I ain't never b*tched up, we was into somethin'
These fake killers flashin' guns but ain't hittin' nothing
These n*ggas ask me what's the ticket, but ain't gettin' nothin'
These n*ggas actin' like they got it, but ain't gettin' nothin'
These b*tches ain't worth a thou', I can't give 'em nothin'
I rather chase all this money, I been stalkin' hunnids
I done spend so many nights just bagging
Put in all this work, now I'm kicked back aggin'
I was just a lil' n*gga, streets turned me to a savage
I remember last summer, slappin' P's without the baggies
n*gga touch me, watch the sh*t get tragic
Get your whole family gone like a n*gga knew magic
Spendin' thousands in the mall, I'm addicted to the fashion
I ain't sh*t like these n*ggas cut from a different fabric

Don't try to bargain with them numbers
Trappin' D out all winter, we in Cali for the summer
All these blues in my pocket n*gga, that's my favourite colour
I'm like Harden for the Rockets, n*ggas know I got a jump
b*tch, I run everything heard me n*gga I ain't stutter
b*tch, I poured everythang, I sip lean for my troubles
I thought it wouldn't happen 'til I seen the money double
Draped down in all designer, sh*t hit me for a cover
If you lookin' for me n*gga, just ride down the Hover
When you lay a finger on me, have your own man's murk you
What you n*ggas know about the FED's breakin' up your circle
These n*ggas like my kids but I don't know the f*ck birther

[Outro]
RIP Dada, established in '98 n*gga
[?] all the motherf*cking time
Come to take what's mine n*gga
Yeah, you a motherf*cking fool for this one Pooh
Aye

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