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Yeah
Huh? Yup
Yeah yeah
4th quarter make this shit look easy
Get on niggas ass just give me a reason
365, grind 4 seasons
Must be out yo mind you thinking I need you
Don't even hit my line nigga if you ain't even talking pape
I can teach you how to turn a half to a 448
I'm throwing grams on the digi scale too much it might make it break
Nigga I ain't never had shit
I had to make it shake
I go get that bag everyday I don't never wait
Me and gang kicking shit on stage just like Kevin Gates
Nigga play we get on yo ass
We don't hesitate
30 in the 40, 50 rounds that's every drac
Yeah, In L.A Chasing bags, changing states
I got rank, 456 break the bank
I got bands tied up in P.A, but I'm still straight
I'm still depending on my hustle, can't have shit no other way
Yeah, heard that noise
That's that's the plug calling
Go pick up It's at the office
Just don't make yo self a target
I'm flicking these leaches off me
I see the hate through the carties'
30 rounds poke out the garment
Hell cats on every charger
They don't wanna get me started
Yeah nah, they don't wanna get me started
Yeah, Aye that bag I get it regardless
Trapping I serve out the apartments
A lot of these niggas be talking
I'm not yo regular artist
Yeah
Yeah
4th quarter make this shit look easy
Get on niggas ass just give me a reason
365, grind 4 seasons
Must be out yo mind you thinking I need you
Don't even hit my line nigga if you ain't even talking pape
I can teach you how to turn a half to a 448
I'm throwing grams on the digi scale too much it might make it break
Nigga I ain't never had shit
I had to make it shake
They know me from the breakdown
Right nah a nigga fuck with weight
I'm good with the heroin, Los fuck with flake
Who switching the states?
I can't go, yeah they know my face
Small town got me outta place
I brought Brandi tell me what it take
90 days on the road, tryna squeeze a dollar out it
Putting the press down
I ain't turning down my collar
500 for a driver
1,000 for the worker
100,000 off the boy
And I ain't even have to serve em
Who with it? Who working?
Tuesdays I'm nervous
I pray that they don't search us
Ion like the big purchase
They say that's when the feds involved
Well ion play it wrong
I threw a couple fake ones in em
On the pill run
4th quarter make this shit look easy
Get on niggas ass just give me a reason
365, grind 4 seasons
Must be out yo mind you thinking I need you
Don't even hit my line nigga if you ain't even talking pape
I can teach you how to turn a half to a 448
I'm throwing grams on the digi scale too much it might make it break
Nigga I ain't never had shit
I had to make it shake
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Jalen Walker
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