What You Hear Pt. 1
(JT on the track again)
(Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)
Hey
I can flood the county, but I prolly need a new accountant (uh-huh)
Money by the ounces, I can't count it, such a big amount (hey)
And, I can show you how to hit them mountains, bring them trees up out it
Diamonds like a fountain, you can prolly squeeze some water out it (glee)
Told his gotta meet us at the Hampton, bring a couple branches
He put all his work up in the pantry, hide it from his family (yup)
He know that the neighbor, they can't stand it, pray he leave and vanish (fuck 'em)
Dope game got him livin' where he standin', couldn't buy a sandwich (nope)
He mix pork and beans with meats and Manwich, now it's steak and salmon
He used to have a Toyota Camry, now he pushin' Phantom (skrrt)
Every Christmas, he the one play Santa, gifts get passed around (hey)
But in the streets, these niggas wanna down him, snatch his soul right out him
'Cause he the one that pushin' P's of powder, gunners all around him (hmm)
Locked in with the killers in the town, they still try to doubt him
They say he the king of 'bows and ounces, but ain't nobody crown him (nope)
Operation movin' safe and solid, packages say flower
He just got a call, he hit the shower, took a half a hour (hour)
Ranger hit the city, shook the tower, miss a call from Howard (Howard)
He just got a lo', picked up in Brower, full of purple flower
Plug had told him meet him up in Coward with nobody 'round him (yeah)
'Cause he ain't know the nigga tryna down him, leave some flies around him
He just popped the trunk and he got ounces, codeine fill a fountain (woah)
Lil' dude with him, run in peoples houses 'til somebody found him
Blew his shit up on the dirty hamper, clean it up with Bounty
I know niggas risk it all for nothin', just to get them somethin' (yep)
Ran off on the plug, then he said, "Fuck it," they gon' have to buck him (what?)
Know he gettin' money and he fuckin', call up hoes for suction
But he ain't know the ho had set him up, they kick the door and bust it (bah)
Fuck
Damn
Yeah, that nigga that kick the door in, he was like
I can flood the county, but I prolly need a new accountant (uh-huh)
Money by the ounces, I can't count it, such a big amount (hey)
And, I can show you how to hit them mountains, bring them trees up out it
Diamonds like a fountain, you can prolly squeeze some water out it (glee)
Haha, you walking around the hood, tellin' motherfucker
But shit, he ain't know the nigga got hit
He ain't even dead
Damn