sippin' this shit in my cup 'til i'm outa here
sippin' this shit in my cup 'til i'm outa here
bitch i think i'm outa here
i'm countin' them dirty hundreds
holsters on me like i'm having a monster
they know i'm the monster
i remix it up so i triple my dope
i got what you want and i'm plotting a hundred
it's ogg bitch and we gone off the regular
we ain't fuckin' with no fakers
real paper when you see 'em
better nigga; i'm a genie
i'm makin' three wishes yeah i'm gettin' money
sippin' this shit in my cup 'til i'm outa here
sippin' this shit in my cup 'til i'm outa here
i'm countin' them dirty hundreds
i remix and profit them dollars
i preface my convo with guala
wifey and daughters get slaughtered
like 21 savage done taught em
blood and a crip and a somethin'
that food come in trucks like we sponsored
gas comin' in by the bundle
lower numbers make 'em ponder
my hoe a shooter and a gunner
your hoe a eater and a cummer
you know i only know one language
i do numbers like the matrix
nigga comin' back home from the cages
i greet em back home from the states
laughin' like how you still hate us?
told him no one did no favors
got it by earnin' and takin'
got it by packin' them sacks in the back of the basement
comin' back from destinations with vegetation
while i'm sayin' my graces
my departments are savin'
do 'em dirty like the falcons and ravens
i been lost all my patience
cookin' ends and the work shit is crazy
and sippin' this shit in my cup 'til i'm outa here
and sippin' this shit in my cup 'til i'm outa here
i'm countin' them dirty hundreds