Easy Way lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch

[Verse]
Seen Unc' make 100K, that's what made me hustle
Finna cook two hundred grams of soft and save eighty of 'em
Shoot them b*tches to the 10 where they gon' pay me double
I grind hard every day because I hate the struggle
Cuz spent thirteen thousand for an eight-piece nugget
White boy came from up North, he spent eighteen hundreds
Caught an opp flexed on the 'Gram with his auntie money
Hit his b*tch with the Perky di*k and she paid me for it
I ain't wanna f*ck that b*tch, Ri made me do it
f*ck around and drunk a whole pint, E made me pour it
Popped a Vic', smoke a half a Cookie, sh*t made me 'noid
Unc' been high off girl all day 'cause he hate the boy
Damn, I'm in a different bag
Rap and trap, give you a CD for every zip you grab
Me and Ri the hardest in the city, now let's mention facts
I need five hundred for a feature or you can kiss my ass
Z boy just blessed me with a pint, n*gga, it was glass
I was servin' all my classmates, you was gettin' mad
I was leavin' school to make plays, you was skippin' class
Jumped off the porch in ninth grade and started livin' fast
I remember all them f*cked up days I couldn't hit the stash
Rest in peace, my n*gga, Quanny Mac, boy, I miss you bad
Some days, I just sit and pray that God bring you back
I remember you took that nine from Dreyo and didn't bring it back
E brought me a small pop, said, "It's a three in that"
You dropped an ounce in a two-liter, boy, ain't no lean in that
n*ggas pourin' up heavy green, ain't no codeine in that
And, please, don't speak on Hi-Tech, I got a thing for that
Lil' bro finna pour some Wock' until the liter black
I'm finna crank this motherf*cker up until the meter crack
Just touched down from OT, like, where them Visas at?
A n*gga try to pass me a Swisher, I'm like, "Who weed is that?"
f*ck around and broke a n*gga blunt 'cause his weed was trash
My white boy walked in askin' where the needles at
He said, "Mike, I'm f*cked up and I need a pack"
I gave him one on the love, that's how you keep your fiends attached
I know a n*gga that sell bricks, but can't read or rap
How you tryna slide on some n*ggas but you need a strap?
E said he tired of pourin' red, then we need some Act'
I could call old dude, but I know he gon' tax
f*ck it, bro, call that n*gga, we gon' rob his ass
I used to do that sh*t back in the day, but I ain't tryna brag
Told bro to put his Glock up, I'ma bring mine instead
f*ck my b*tch and her lil' sister to make they mama mad
Nowadays, hoes don't even ask where the condom at
Dirty money, take that sh*t to [?][2:06] laundromat
Flint n*gga, but got some killers comin' straight from Pontiac
They'll kill your whole family to find out where that money at
Easy