文本歌词

Hot box with a paper tag on it
Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy
Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money
I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money
I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry
He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony
I be chasing after money like I'm homeless
I had to leave that B***h alone cause she was bogus
Put a 100on your head
Now a n***a dead
You n***as know that Young Savage will paint the city red
I don't want to do no song with these n***as cause they scared
Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat
Molly percs and w**d you know these B*****s like to eat
Slaughter gang we slaughter h*es cause half these B*****s freaks
All the s**t I've been through man it change a young G
That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me
That's why I keep a lot of f**king guns around me
If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me
All that mother f**king leashing ain't no bum around me
You like that pillow talk but n***as shoot for fun around me
Round my way
They robbin' round my way
Shootin' around my way
Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way
Round my way
They robbin' round my way
Shootin' around my way
Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way
Round my way