Songtexte
(Stacc,
you
hard,
fool)
(Twonnie)
Fifty
K
strapped
up
in
my
pocket
That's
when
every
street
nigga
feel
they
hood
rich
Call
me
rude,
but
if
you
broke
I
ain't
tryna
be
all
cool
with
you
(Nah)
Bitch,
I'm
chasin'
paper
(Okay)
I'm
not
with
all
that
lil'
bullshit
(Hell,
nah)
That
Glock
on
me,
full
clip
(Glocked
up)
Plugged
in,
fifty
K
cash
(Racks)
That's
when
every
street
nigga
feel
they
hood
rich
(Yeah)
Never
been
on
bullshit
(Nah)
Always
been
that
same
nigga
(Same
nigga)
Bottom
boy
(Bottom
boy)
Still
that
same
nigga
before
that
fame
hit
(Big
Tello)
Ain't
nothin'
changed
but
my
chains,
nigga
(Them
rackaids)
Ain't
nothin'
changed
but
my
chains,
pussy
(Ice,
ice-ice)
Seen
Burberry
coat
by
myself,
staying
in
my
own
lane,
nigga
(Fuck
you)
Can't
take
no
loss,
so
everything
I
do
I'm
tryna
gain,
nigga
(Evеrything)
Real
big
stepper,
try
mе
and
I
bust
yo'
fucking
brains,
nigga
(Bitch)
Grape
Street
cripping,
try
me
Make
lil'
cuh
gon'
crack
yo'
head,
boy
(Fah,
fah,
fah)
Smoke
with
me
We
spin
yo'
block
until
y'all
all
dead,
boy
(Fah-fah-fah)
Fifty
K,
dirty
money,
stashed
up
in
that
duffel
bag
(Dope
boy)
Bitch,
I'm
hood
rich
I'm
havin'
shit
you
niggas
dreamed
to
have
(Dreaming)
All
this
goddamn
ice
on
me
I
need
to
take
a
steamer
bath
(Cut
me
off)
Project
baby,
I
used
to
sleep
with
the
roaches
Now
it's
back
in
past
(Uh-huh)
Pull
up,
skrrt,
skrrt
off
(Gone)
Margin,
Bartle,
Bensy
(Off
White),
43
I
took
the
skirt
off
(Drop
top)
Switch
up,
purple
Trackhawk
(Bye-bye)
I
heard
your
paper
getting
loaned
(It's
crazy)
Just
heard
the
opps
goin'
broke
(Broke-ass
nigga)
Before
the
fame,
been
havin'
motion
I'm
richer
than
your
CEO
(Big
Tello,
that's
cool)
Call
me
rude,
but
if
you
broke
I
ain't
tryna
be
all
cool
with
you
(So,
fuck
a
nigga)
Bitch,
I'm
chasin'
paper
(Them
rackaids)
I
ain't
with
all
that
lil'
bullshit
(Hell,
nah)
That
Glock
on
me,
full
clip
(That
.30
round)
Plugged
in,
fifty
K
cash
(Okay)
That's
when
every
street
nigga
feel
they
hood
rich
(Yeah)
Always
been
the
same
nigga
That's
just
the
way
I
am
(Been
the
same
nigga)
Never
been
that
type
of
nigga
to
fold
up
in
that
jam
(Nah)
Go
out
like
I
came
in
(Yup)
Since
I
lost
my
dawg,
I
ain't
had
no
friends
(Flippa)
Twenty
K
all
blues,
man
(Blues,
man)
My
racks
thin
(Racks,
racks,
racks)
All
straight
off
the
block,
nigga
I
stamp
that,
ask
anybody
around
me,
nigga
(I
stamp
that)
Ain't
no
motherfucking
cap
in
my
rap,
man
(No,
there
ain't
no
cap)
We
ain't
doing
no
more
pulling
cash
out
of
motherfucking
hat,
nigga
You
dig,
Jack?
(I'm
really
livin'
this
shit,
nigga)
I
know
you
niggas
wanna
kill,
but
you
gotta
feel
me
You
finger-dill
me?
(Ayy,
Big
Grape)
Stacking
this
shit
'til
I
can't
no
more
(Stacking
it)
Remember
them
days
had
to
sleep
On
a
pallet
on
the
floor
(Fuck,
on
the
floor)
Never
goin'
broke
no
more
(Nah)
I
put
that
shit
on
my
Grandma
(My
Grandma)
We
ain't
chasing
these
bitches
We
chasing
these
commas
(Commas)
Racks
to
the
sky
and
they
keep
getting
taller
(Rackaids)
Got
choppas,
on
choppas,
on
choppas,
on
choppas
(Choppas)
It's
'bout
to
be
a
motherfuckin'
hot
summer
(Hot
summer)
Them
folks
ain't
the
plug
'Cause
you
know
I
like
cash
in
the
couch
(The
couch)
Too
many
cars,
had
to
go
buy
another
house
Thirty
K,
flawless
gang,
diamonds
all
in
my
chain
(Thirty
K)
Don't
fuck
with
these
rappers
These
rappers
do
nothin'
but
cap
(Fuck
'em)
All
these
faggot-ass
niggas
(Bitch)
Stop
trusting
these
maggot-ass
bitches
(Thottie)
Don't
get
caught
lacking,
lil'
nigga
(Nah)
Glock
shoot
automatic
when
I
pull
it
(Brrt,
bah)
Bitch,
I'm
hood
rich
(Fah,
fah)
Ride
'round
fifty
K
stuffed
in
my
pocket
(Big
cake)
With
that
dirty
stick
(Chopped
up)
Big
Grape,
I
get
dirty
wit'
you
(Big
Grape)
Glock
9 with
the
30
clip
(30
round)
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
purging
shit
(Gang,
gang-gang)
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
hurting
shit
(Gang)
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
murkin'
shit
(Pussy)
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
dumpin'
shit
(It's
Big
Tello,
nigga)
Bitch,
I'm
hood
rich
Ride
'round
fifty
K
stuffed
in
my
pocket
With
that
dirty
stick
(Rackaids)
Big
Grape,
I
get
dirty
wit'
you
Glock
9 with
the
30
clip
(Fah,
fah-fah,
glah)
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
purging
shit
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
hurting
shit
(Gang,
gang)
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
murkin'
shit
(Gang,
gang)
Gang-gang,
yeah,
we
dumpin'
shit
(Gang)
1 Atmosphere
2 Last Song
3 Won't Cost Shit
4 Nothing Into Something
5 Cautious
6 Hood Rich
7 Standin On Top Of Shit
8 Nike Check
9 Dust Town Livin
10 Park The Benz
11 50 Freaky Bitches
12 Look Like Money
13 Choppas On Choppas
14 Four Hoes
15 Murder
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