1000 Tapes lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Enrgy made this one)
I'll sell a thousand tapes for ten

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Sell a thousand mixtapes for ten, I don't need no fiends
n*gga, I'll ball by myself, I don't need no team
I just faced a three-five of Runtz, I don't need no lean
Stuffed twenty in some hoopin' shorts, I don't need no jeans
Thinkin' how the hell I'm MVP and I ain't get no ring?
Bro just bought an AR with the flash, how you forget the beam?
I don't pop pills, but I got bars, get it by the script
I just poured a four in a two, I was sleep by six
Bro'nem threw a thousand-some dollars, we was deep at Chip's
My b*tch awake, plus she get mad when she don't get no tip
n*gga set a pick, I had to roll, f*ck a give-and-take
Dirty money got mе breakin' out, this ain't Prison Break
This a different lemon squeeze, it make lemonade
n*gga, you ain't sippin' lean, that sh*t Minute Maid
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm rich as Drake
I just had to call my brother Josh like, "Let me get the Drac'"
Hold on, let me call my baby Mo like, "Let me get some drank"
'Member I was eatin' ramen noodles, now it's shrimp and steak
Mike, what up, my n*gga? Rio, what up, my baby?
Lou, what we on tonight, my dog?
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
b*tch
My n*gga Jay want steak and shrimps, I need lamb chops
I just poured three and a half lines in a canned pop
I ain't use the chop to pop dog, this my man's Glock
Flinttown, 810 baby, b*tch, it's bedrock
Tryna make it out the hood, I gotta find a way
White boy deconstruct the crib tryna find a safe
Granny gave me a glass pint, I'ma finna hide an eight
Hi-Tech ain't seen me in a while, I surprised the drank
She gave me head in the dark, I had to hide her face
Put all my pros in the bank, I'm subscribed by Chase
Couldn't catch dog broad day, I'ma slide by late
Finna drop forty on a n*gga like five times eight
Ri' hit me up like, "Let me buy that b*tch"
Have a hippie smoke one of you n*ggas in a tie-dye 'fit
All you n*ggas' chain fake as hell like a sci-fi flick
b*tch, I'm tapped in everywhere on my wifi sh*t