36oz lyrics

I'ma let my nuts hang, take fair chances
Federal reserve stackin' up, rubber banded
Run through the low, got the f*ckin' plug dancin'
Put on Baby's song, got the whole club dancin'
Real n*gga can't fake it, they can't take it
My b*tch extravagant, she ain't basic
I done got used to it, they stay hatin'
Need that money right now, I ain't waitin'
A n*gga used to rap and just make up sh*t
Now I wake up lit, get yo cake up b*tch
She don't look like sh*t without her make up did
Broke boy don't treat you right, you should break up then
Get a pint, crack a seal, drop an eight right in
At the sun, quotin' prices for the crosses I send
n*ggas mad at me 'cuz all the bosses my friend
Time to back that sh*t up for all the talkin' I did
If I ain't chasin' me a check I'm at the loft with my kids
I just bought a six pack of Dom P for my fridge
Write a book about my life with all the sh*t that I did
Scroll through the 'gram, double tappin' all the b*tches I hit
I should open up a Church's, all the chicken I get
In the kitchen I'm abusive, all the whippin' I did
You ain't see me then I'm on a field trip like a kid
This sh*t real I can get a n*gga killed for a bid
A whole slab on the table, you ain't seen it befo'
Plenty times cuz my homeboy coppin' them fo's
A hundred bows in the basement, get 'em in like a girl
And we impressin', smokin' salmon, for the n*ggas who roll
All my n*ggas is gangsters, told 'em stick and parole
Lord forbid that we ever get flick 'cuz we gone
Boy mad 'bout his b*tch, I'm the n*gga she chose
I'ma f*ckin' get the head, then I'm sendin' her home
I was taught at a young age, stick to the code
Get it double up, buy gucci sh*t with the pros
Word is if you get money it shows
Promoter mad 'cuz I be traffickin' at the shows
What you want I can get it, n*gga I got it
You ain't got enough for it, then I'ma spot it
Draco got a green beam, so I can dot you
All I gotta do is say yep and he gon' pop you
Even back when I was f*cked up I was plottin'
Be out in Cali pickin' strands like it's cotton
n*ggas sick 'cuz I'm gettin' 50 for a roxy
Let the roof back so you see it good while she top me
n*ggas throwin' salt in the game, they tryna' stop me
Sell a tenth of boy five hundred if they lock me
Plugged on the craft, RIP [?]
Knew that dwelling 42, MM call it moxy
Young iggy n*gga drive the foreign like a hotty
If she got a pretty face then I should buy that b*tch a body
Her friend came first so I left her in the lobby
Five exes tell her meet up at Follies
Stand up in the billy while in traffic I'm at Collins
I can't really vouch for these n*ggas, they ain't solid
Been in it for a minute so a n*gga gained polish
n*ggas snakes they trade on their man for a dollar