(The CoalCash Collection)
'Cause I like extra, hmm
Hmm, hmm, uh, uh, mhm (Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)
I say I usually don't do simple, huh, huh, 'cause I like extra, huh
I can afford expensive, huh, huh, without me stressin', huh
Hundred thousand on my wrist, huh, don't even add the bracelet, huh
I can get back to basics, huh, Foamposite, Greyhound station, huh
Cardboard box with the glass pints, I'm hurt they still don't make 'em, huh
Can't nothin' replace that taste of 'em, huh
I miss the real Act', I can't sip bacon, huh, huh
Can't drink close, huh, huh, that's a nope, huh, huh
I got rose on my neck, that's a rope, mm, uh
It ain't no noose, huh, huh, cut me loose
Off that juice, I'll go— hah, huh, I'll get brazy (Huh)
Can't no nigga 'round me with no strap, huh, be lazy
That'll cost a nigga his life, that'll cost a nigga his baby, huh
Hmm, I got that one bread, that shit you don't bring out the house
I done damn near died off my drugs, got to passin' out
Your bitch gon' bring me back to life, she CPR me, mouth to mouth
I was fucked up not too long ago, huh, livin' couch to couch (Crank)
Here we go, now I'm fuckin' centerfolds
I done smoked plenty 'bows, me and my brothers
They know what we in it for, I'll let the semi go
I'll get a nigga gone, play with my brothers
That shit ain't nothin', we been thuggin', red bandana on, big bloody
I say your bitch gon' fuck me, she gon' suck it if that pussy fuck around, be bloody
Just bought a new bhop that hold a hundred
I used to chop blocks in the dungeon
AR, robot Gundam
With a foreign bitch on my way to London
Trap, trap, overseas crunchin'
None of my old straps rusty
My first .38 still function
What's your conjuction-junction?
Percocets got a nigga boxin'
Said them Yercocets in this bitch bouncin'
Nigga test me, I'ma flunk him
All apes with me, no flunkies
Big drugs, big guns, big unky
His girl eatin' up her one-piece
She stuffin' my pills, then hump me
You a lame-ass shooter, Kris Humphries
Bet my last dollar a nigga won't touch me
All in the club, bet a nigga won't bump me
In another nigga hood, bet a nigga won't come see me
In another nigga hood, make his baby mama bome bee me
I was an underground king way before I met Bun B
And I sip more drank than Pimp C, I do, huh
No cap, no kizzy, I'll hit the uh with the rizzy, huh
Pour my pop, it's fizzy, huh
Sip that Wock', get busy, huh
Ain't no bitch gon' spin me, uh
See me, like, "Who is he?" Uh
Hit her leave her dizzy, huh
Yeah, she got spinned, opps and bullets, that's wherever I been
Nigga can't shake my hand, we ain't locked in
Nigga ain't shook my hand, he ain't Big Squad
Can't be Big Squad, get your bitch robbed
Matter fact, nigga ain't gang, he ain't been around me, don't know my new nicknames
Huh, matter fact, nigga ain't gang, he ain't been around me, don't know my new nicknames
But you want me to help you, you, and what's-his-name
You ain't do shit when them niggas hit a big stain
You ain't help me elevate my wrist game
You ain't want the hard out, you just want the big fame
That ain't how it go when you playin' it this way
Been real, I'ma stay real, ain't shit fake
I don't give a fuck 'bout you postin' my mixtape
I can't call you if my rent late
If you don't pull up to no shows, studios, or hit the road
Huh, that type of time you fuckin' with different, ain't what I'm on
Speakin' of what I'm on, this bodeine I just dropped my cure for colds
Ayy, I just dropped a four, me and bro-bro, you ain't no ape, then you can't do that
Serve big white boy, Ivica Zubac
Hollow hit his ear, screwback
Put his soul where his roof at
My flag up, where the whoop at?
Open up a can of whoop-ass
Extra bands in the bookbag
Fuck a ho 'cause she look sad
Huh, whip the baby, ain't the good dad
Hmm, duh
