Numbers lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, granny said n*ggas only get what n*ggas give
So I gave these n*ggas hell just to live how I live
They buryin' themselves, takin' digs at the kid
Keep a stick on the side of my bed, and a SIG on the fridge
Blickies in the couch, put a can on the SBR that's strictly for the house
It whisper then ya shout
And I keep that 2011 with me like a spouse
Precise with that b*tch, could knock a whisker off a mouse
Black out all of my whips, super max all of my contracts
Double stack all of my clips, do the dash on your scatpack
Packed out show to see GRIP, I do this sh*t in my sleep, bruh
n*ggas ain't never had sh*t, the f*ck you mad at me for?
Rippin' up an eviction notice in the crib with roaches
n*ggas life will be a blur if you don't shift your focus
Came out on the other side, picture perfect
Could've been a victim of a homicide, sh*t was worth it

[Chorus]
Clutch metal to offset my trust level (One)
Bust several so I'm standin' when the dust settle (Two)
f*ck a ceiling, never let 'em box you in (Three)
Touch a million, stretch it with yo' partner, then (Four)
Do that sh*t again, do that sh*t again (Five)
Put some numbers on the board, n*gga, get a win (Six)
Get another win, then another win (Another one)
Runnin' up the score, baby, rub it in
[Verse 2]
Last year I got a bigger plate and left you lames starvin' for scraps
I triple rates, but you can blame Marshall for that
Parkin' the 'Lac, sparkin' the pack, sharp as a tack
I got it covered like a trunk with a tarp on the back
What up, Ant? We been goin' hard to the rack
Before I started to rap and me and Tigg four flats
When you see a real n*gga, you gotta tip your hat
And since I'm a real n*gga, I do just that
Stray Society, I got my dawgs in this b*tch
Keep your mind off of mine, maybe y'all can get rich
If you gon' play the game, know the flaws and the risk
Done seen too many n*ggas slip and fall for the glitz
Meet some real n*ggas, you build with 'em, it ain't a lot of us
You tweakin' if you got less dollars than followers
All that tweetin', n*ggas lookin' like fans
But we eatin' off our words, GRIP cooking, goddamn

[Chorus]
Clutch metal to offset my trust level (One)
Bust several so I'm standin' when the dust settle (Two)
f*ck a ceiling, never let 'em box you in (Three)
Touch a million, stretch it with yo' partner, then (Four)
Do that sh*t again, do that sh*t again (Five)
Put some numbers on the board, n*gga, get a win (Six)
Get another win, then another win (Another one)
Runnin' up the score, baby, rub it in