Текст песни Intro feat. Stalley - Flume feat. Stalley
All
you
niggas
days
is
numbered
I'm
speeding
past
niggas:
Days
of
Thunder
Tom
Cruise,
Been
bombin'
crews
since
the
pager
numbers
Lumber
Jack
brown
tats
started
jackin'
with
the
gold
up
under
A
dope
boy
without
selling
dope
Twist
a
tree,
inhale
the
smoke
Money
to
color
Cuban
coke
Cuban
chains
and
gold
ropes
Black
flags
black
locs
[?]
Triple
gold
Dayton
spokes
Triple
stacks
pourin'
fo'
Rubber
band
my
stacks
is
dough
This
is
old
money
from
'94
Buckets
no
bench
seats
when
I
roll
I
roll
my
windows
down
and
turn
the
music
up,
hit
the
switch
and
drop
it
low
808s
and
tons
of
low
end
And
light
another
one
This
made
the
smoke
end,
don't
hop
yo
ass
in
if
you
ain't
down
roll
in
Cause
they
don't
understand
the
shining
light,
they
can't
understand
this
kind
of
life
When
you
sitting
clean
behind
halogen
lights,
they
start
throwing
hollows
out
of
spite,
trying
to
take
your
life
I
came
from
the
wrong
side
of
the
tracks,
trying
to
make
it
right
When
they
turn
white
to
green,
young
niggas
turn
to
fiends
at
15,
wiggled
out
Shooting
AR-15s
and
Glock
nines,
bullet
holes
in
every
stop
sign
Ignore
cop
signs,
if
they
kill
one
of
us,
then
a
cop
dying
Drop
top
riding,
middle
finger
to
the
wind
And
I
keep
popping
iron
until
all
my
niggas
win,
and
every
nigga
with
me
sittin
on
gold
rim
Been
wanting
that
since
Maximums
with
the
gold
trim
My
dog's
been
in
all
gold
before
the
gold
trend
Dead
stop
Jordan
10s
on
[?]
Turned
on
to
all
of
that
before
the
age
of
10
Fluffy
leaves
on
the
green
stem
getting
rolled
up
A
nigga
come
from
another
city,
he
get
fold
up
And
girls
with
they
nose
up,
acting
like
they
ain't
slut
White
boys
get
they
nose
stuffed,
with
that
pure
uncut
Man,
this
world
where
I'm
living
at
That's
why
I
rap
through
these
songs
down
to
my
fifty
cap
To
my
fifty
cap
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