Try to sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more
I got five choppers laying right there on the bedroom floor
n*ggas looking for a come up, not all real
f*ck around and get hit with a shotgun shell
You can lock me up, Your Honor, I got my bell
Right here in my left pocket, these n*ggas need to stop it
When we talking money these lames change the topic
I just bought a missile and I'm waiting on a rocket, boy
I'm sick in the kitchen, sick with the pan
Met a n*gga dying of cancer, I'm sicker than him
When them new cools drop it, dealer hit me up
These n*ggas is falling off, my n*ggas living it up
See, all this getting money and stunting it ain't new to me
What you think you're fooling me with this fake jewelry?
Who told you to put on that nasty sh*t?
Meanwhile a n*gga ring cost a half of brick
Got word, got the dope, got the powder
Get you knocked off five racks are turning sour
Life kinda cheap around here so stop acting expensive
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Everything sucking n*ggas get raw
You ain't there, come to the hospital or finish the job
Every month n*ggas need new taste
Switching up cars, duplex condos, switching up broads
Time to apply pressure, Porsche? Ride better
Sweater? [?] Rolly? Sky-Dweller
sh*t, we're 'bout to take it to the top
Till all them street n*ggas rugga did it for the block
Please sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more
I got five choppers lying right there on the bedroom floor