Trying to Get a Dollar
I could turn a 9 to a half to a whole thang
Funky smell out them parts like chitterlings
Baking soda make that shit
Swell like dang-a lang
You could get fucked in these streets
No jang-a lang
Niggas kill a snitch over pussy
That's a petty thing
Getting it from the feds like canary
And you sang-a lang
I don't get in niggas mixes, niggas bullshit
I talk money, crept flow dollar
With no pool pit money train gang got proof
Looking for the jackpot
Left the bag get away
Nigga that's a mouth shot
Sour homie lemonhead
Take the cheese outta pocket
9 milli lemon squeeze shooting like a rocket
I'm just another nigga tryna make a dollar
Ain't turning nothing down
Not even my collar
Brain from your baby mama
Make that bitch swall-er
Fire up the gas, hit the gas and
Slanging guns, slanging TV's, that was me
Hustling dro, slanging purp nigga that was me
Wrap the dumbies like mummies
Nigga that was me
Balloons full a pills in a mules tummy
That was me
Penitentiary a nigga made plenty gwuap
Cuz shit don't stop cuz a pimp got popped
Fuck niggas getting mad cuz we blowing loud
Heads in the cloud, money pow, to the clouds
Flipping money like a pancake, off the syrup
Choppas when we bring terror
Bread like Panera
And when I pull that bitch out
Hands in the air-er
Don't waste a bullet, headshots
We ain't tryna scare ya