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Add It Up (feat. G Herbo)
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Gold Haze on the track JDFeng keep it swanging and banging No More Heroes, man, ready for this new shit Ayy Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot 1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked My operation too amazing, I pose 'cause the feds watch Buy firearms and narcotics, do first-degree boys and robberies Had these rollin' Backwoods of them dead opps, I had to spark Double cup filled up with Wocky, that medicine in my body I signed a deal and went and bought a P, put the vacuum seals in my projects You wanna order up a hunnid? Sixty bags of 'em was garbage You know I'm slimy as it get, I got outta here off a noggin And no I can never put up my fire', that's a never, not even probably Since a youngin', been shit poppin', since Truey joggers and Robins We backseat nigga for flodgin', leave his head like Dennis Rodman's When I pop out Richard Mille, bet they say Shiesty the hardest (Shiesty the hardest) Beside rap I was gettin' rich regardless I got this shit forever tatted on me, king of of my apartments Everybody keep on yappin' till them .62 get to sparkin' Cut the block off, start the traffic If the cops come through, this Drac' goin' park it Blrrd, blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd, ayy, blrrd, blrrd Just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notch Let the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot 1017 'round my chain so I tote the same 'mount of shots Palm Angels denim huggin' me, pockets keep growin', knots And I ain't had shit when I got out, had to snake my way to the top Left two men down, we got 'em shot, blrrd, blrrd, switch out the Glock Mug around me, get you popped, I treat everybody like opps We move with flip phones and pagers 'cause them iPhones get shit locked My operation too amazing, I pose 'cause the feds watch So I stay drippin' on the daily, I know them boy clockin' (Ayy, blrrd) Got a .40 on me right now, I ain't never scared (Never scared, you know that) I'll shoot this bitch up right now 'cause I never cared (Bah) Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-head Eyes hurt, they sore 'cause I seen some shit I never said Thinking about my boy, don't sip Rémy, I just pour it We got blow outs on the score, we couldn't catch 'em so his brother dead Bring it to your door, spent a milli', ran up four Big ol' hammer like I'm Thor 'cause my Cubans cost a hundred grand Stupid, is you stupid? I got one up, I shoot it (Grrt) I got bands on a man, rock designer like I loot it Bloody hearts, I'm not cupid, seven cars, this my new whip (Skrrt) Front line where I stood for your hood, you ain't do shit (Pussy, **** nigga) Blrrd (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) (Blrrd, big blrrd, blrrd)
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