Lyrics Too Humble - Young Stoner Life Records , FN DaDealer

I got a knot and a Glock in my pocket
Hope you don't play, I'll up it and pop it
Money comе first, know it's all about profit
All on my wave, see them niggas, they jocking
All on my pay, know thеse bitches be watching
I'm stuck in my ways, ain't no way they gon' clock me
I'm at the top, the fuck they gon' top me?
Ain't want the pussy, I made the ho top me
Niggas be dissing, their bodies be dropping
I wouldn't do it, I don't know nan' body
I never mentioned, I'm keeping it solid
Handle your business and stay out of mine
Free all the bros, know they sitting on some time
Said I ain't miss them, I know I'd be lying

I just spent five racks on these shoes
Please don't get stepped on (Please don't get stepped on)
I've been up and I'm chasing this paper
He chasing that ho, know he dead wrong
Ain't finna go back and forth with no nigga, nah
Give him a headstone
Lil' bro just popped a Perc', now his head gone
We gon' sit in the trap 'til these meds gone

What he say he did, nah, I ain't seen it
These niggas cap, I don't believe it
Tired of these hoes, I want a diva
Rock out a show, me and my heater
What he say he did, nah, I ain't seen it
These niggas cap, I don't believe it
Tired of these hoes, I want a diva
Rock out a show, me and my heater
I'm with the gang if they're right or they're wrong
If it's smoke, they can call up my phone
Breaking and enter, that's all that they know
You know better, you fuck for a ho
We the ones up, now it's time for a toast
I was down with my back 'gainst the rope
Seen a dopeboy get rich and that gave me some hope
Time to go hit the block, yeah, that's all that we know (Yeah)
I'm chasing money, Monday through Sunday
Like it ain't nothing to it
Go get a check, fuck up a check
Like it ain't nothing to it
I'm chasing money, Monday through Sunday
Like it ain't nothing to it
Go get a check, fuck up a check
Like it ain't nothing to it

Uh, nigga get stepped on
Five racks, nigga, get stepped on
Yeah, five racks on these shoes, nigga, get stepped on, nigga
Yeah, try that shit
Uh, uh

I just spent five racks on these shoes
Please don't get stepped on (Please don't get stepped on)
I've been up and I'm chasing this paper
He chasing that ho, know he dead wrong
Ain't finna go back and forth with no nigga, nah
Give him a headstone
Lil' bro just popped a Perc', now his head gone
We gon' sit in the trap 'til these meds gone