Gotta sack never lack pack a Mac like a snack selling crack dealer tatt on my ab hit a dab call a cab my dogs a lab balls he grabs till you drag I'm a grad from the bad
take from me Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin' I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin' Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block I got problems Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah) Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang) Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin' I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin' Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block I got problems Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah) Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang) Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us [Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse [Verse 3: Ohgeesy] Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you niggas doesn't Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel [Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Lyrics: [Fenix Flexin:] I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me Boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin' I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches We up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin' Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money [Rob Vicious:] I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block I got problems Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah) Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang) Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us [Ohgeesy:] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse Two sixes, that's a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn't Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Moving work Flipping dirt Ima hit it put it in reverse I’m no theif Or no crook But I might hit a lick steal ya purse Test me Leave ya ass in the back And a stain on my shirt Tell me what’s worse
wyjebane w obowiązki wyjebane mam w pracę robię kwit z bratem robię kwit z bratem dzielę się blantem jak suka jest fajnie chwieje się troszkę jutro będę miał zwale
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin' I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin' Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block I got problems Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah) Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang) Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us [Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse [Verse 3: Ohgeesy] Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you niggas doesn't Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel [Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin' I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin' Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block I got problems Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah) Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang) Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse [Verse 3: Ohgeesy] Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you niggas doesn't Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel [Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
In the trap in the back with the Mack ain’t no cap
Gotta sack never lack pack a Mac like a snack selling crack dealer tatt on my ab hit a dab call a cab my dogs a lab balls he grabs till you drag I'm a grad from the bad
Angels vlogs I just did a 16 I ain’t talkin bout no rap
I just did a 16 and i ain't talking about no rap
This beat go hard asf dayum 😏😂
The best beats out there!
G-Funk + Trap = T-Funk
grap
Summer ☀ 2019! 💯
This go hard god damn
I just did a 16, I aint talkin bout no Rap 😈🍼
I thought you actually made this beat but I was like wait didn’t this nigga ant do that lol 😭
“You work 9 to 5s I want 95 mills so I keep pushin pills ridin round with that cil” 🔥🔥
Steel?
Sounds like the theme song for gta San Andreas
bruh, it is.
Could you drop the presets for the lead?
how did u make the synth sound in the beginning on gms
That legit just sounds like the original song which most likely he just took from it
It’s a loop
@@prod.schemeteam203 bro someone need to do a tutorial in this beat
take from me
Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin'
I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches
We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim
I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin'
Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin'
I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money
Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot
Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product
Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me
Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin'
I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches
We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim
I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin'
Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin'
I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money
Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot
Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product
Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you niggas doesn't
Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
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man i thought that was professor snape
what is the sound in the begging, been looking on Omnisphere for a fat minute
try google some "saw synth leads"
@@KL-gh8we You can create it with the gms synth on fl studio
Lyrics:
[Fenix Flexin:]
I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me
Boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin'
I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches
We up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim
I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin'
Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin'
I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money
Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money
[Rob Vicious:]
I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot
Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product
Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
[Ohgeesy:]
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Two sixes, that's a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn't
Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Kimyungsim is this beat free
Kid Bando what’s the name of it on gms?
Keyz
Moving work
Flipping dirt
Ima hit it put it in reverse
I’m no theif
Or no crook
But I might hit a lick steal ya purse
Test me
Leave ya ass in the back
And a stain on my shirt
Tell me what’s worse
wyjebane w obowiązki
wyjebane mam w pracę
robię kwit z bratem
robię kwit z bratem
dzielę się blantem
jak suka
jest fajnie
chwieje się troszkę
jutro będę miał zwale
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me
Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin'
I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches
We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim
I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin'
Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin'
I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money
Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot
Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product
Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you niggas doesn't
Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Keyz
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me
Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin'
I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches
We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim
I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin'
Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin'
I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money
Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot
Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product
Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you niggas doesn't
Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse