CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : #’s (Remix)
Noisy on the beat
First things first
If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that sh*t real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight
N***as gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his a** lose weight
Judge gave my brother ten
He hit a move for eleven bricks
Don't f**k with 12, I'm never gon' snitch
The trap behind me, that's thirteen sticks
Fourteen, trappin' the bomb full of nicks, yeah
Stood on that Candler Road, 1'5 sh*t, hah
New condo on 16th Street, got seventeen hoes gettin' geeked
Eighteen hundred for Prada, that's on my feet
Gotta keep Glock-19
Never goin' out sad, that sh*t in your dreams
N***as ain't gang, they dub
Young n***as with me ain't 21, still in the club
I heard that boy got hit up
They say them folks hit his a** like twenty-two slugs
Two-twenty-three, that LeBron
Twenty-four for the Rollie, it wet like a pond
Whole twenty-five, I'm a don
Keep shooters with me, I still got my gun, n***a
Broke n***a, go get funds, n***a
I bring your ho to Plug block and we beat up her tongue, n***a
I got the drop on the opp, don't go back and forth, we gon' get that sh*t gone, n***a
First things first
If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that sh*t real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight
N***as gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his a** lose weight (Noisy on the beat)
Better stay with your pole in the 704, yeah, you know how that go (Boom)
I was sicker than a b*t*h, I got pulled with six sticks in the city right after my show (F**k)
I bang the 5 and my lil' n***a Crip, we both slangin' iron 'bout that 4, uh (4X)
These Jordan 3's on they throat (Uh)
I got two vibes tellin' me I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, uh (Thot-thot)
I'ma tell you one time (Uh)
Boy, you better not play with 4X (4X)
I set the b*t*h up like a punchline (Let's go)
When it's smoke, let's go, we gun firin' (Boom)
My money long like the lunchline (Cash)
I pull up like KD in crunch time (Score)
Two bustdowns, they both mine (Ice)
Still in the hood, I took off in no time (Blatt)
First things first
If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that sh*t real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight
N***as gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his a** lose weight (Noisy on the beat)
First things first
If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that sh*t real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight
N***as gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his a** lose weight
Judge gave my brother ten
He hit a move for eleven bricks
Don't f**k with 12, I'm never gon' snitch
The trap behind me, that's thirteen sticks
Fourteen, trappin' the bomb full of nicks, yeah
Stood on that Candler Road, 1'5 sh*t, hah
New condo on 16th Street, got seventeen hoes gettin' geeked
Eighteen hundred for Prada, that's on my feet
Gotta keep Glock-19
Never goin' out sad, that sh*t in your dreams
N***as ain't gang, they dub
Young n***as with me ain't 21, still in the club
I heard that boy got hit up
They say them folks hit his a** like twenty-two slugs
Two-twenty-three, that LeBron
Twenty-four for the Rollie, it wet like a pond
Whole twenty-five, I'm a don
Keep shooters with me, I still got my gun, n***a
Broke n***a, go get funds, n***a
I bring your ho to Plug block and we beat up her tongue, n***a
I got the drop on the opp, don't go back and forth, we gon' get that sh*t gone, n***a
First things first
If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that sh*t real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight
N***as gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his a** lose weight (Noisy on the beat)
Better stay with your pole in the 704, yeah, you know how that go (Boom)
I was sicker than a b*t*h, I got pulled with six sticks in the city right after my show (F**k)
I bang the 5 and my lil' n***a Crip, we both slangin' iron 'bout that 4, uh (4X)
These Jordan 3's on they throat (Uh)
I got two vibes tellin' me I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, uh (Thot-thot)
I'ma tell you one time (Uh)
Boy, you better not play with 4X (4X)
I set the b*t*h up like a punchline (Let's go)
When it's smoke, let's go, we gun firin' (Boom)
My money long like the lunchline (Cash)
I pull up like KD in crunch time (Score)
Two bustdowns, they both mine (Ice)
Still in the hood, I took off in no time (Blatt)
First things first
If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that sh*t real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight
N***as gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his a** lose weight (Noisy on the beat)
