1 Up Top Finna Drop

[Intro] Yeah, whole lotta dope, whole lotta slime nigga Whole lotta shit, whole lotta lotta Whole lotta shells from the 45 nigga [Verse 1] Whole lotta money, she might think that I'm broke though Cause I be in them trenches you don't go Handkerchief rose gold Niggas bleed the pebbles for real Before we bang, we was scheduled to kill Finna roll up this kill The wood still blood dipped in the slime Know your life ain't much different from mines I'm just a regular nigga Always smoking this irregular nigga Yeah, I got a fetish for chicken, I'm tryna get it Granny used to bathe me with the soap for the dishes 15, tootin blow off the dishes, this shit wicked Had to kick a door just to feed the addiction Black people going broke tryna beat a conviction, yeah Prostitution and pimping, you know she gotta stay And her Puma flip flops getting it out today Northern Cal on my shoulders, this shit a lot of weight The blemishes in my eyes show a lot of pain One up top, (?) catch a body gang How could you fault me for my wrongs? This was how I was raised I traveled this funky road tryna find a way Is you gone slither for your illa if he die today I'm loyal to what I love till my dying age Buck 40 soaking wet, inside the lion cage Disappointment in granny every time they raid When niggas be tryna kill you, it be hard to change Pocket pitch try (?) finna call 'em gang Another messy murder scene if I call the gang Channels 8, 408, that's a call away Youngstown, Ohio, fuck with the fellows all the way Free the twins, bet you them niggas call today I'm the only one above em when you talking rank Southern Cal got the oil when you talking drank Butterflying all you bitches while I'm counting cake [Verse 2] Lil dirty black kid from around the way Going sack for sack, moving a quarter pound a day You know I'm straight when I strafe through the city Had to get it out the mud so the paper is dingy And your nigga doing time, they can say that I'm stingy The money came between us now they playing against me Fuck it, it's real niggas, we don't fold it for nothing I ain't walk a thin line and keep it cold for nothing I ain't take a field trip to the throat for nothing Promise I ain't going broke for nothing, we here now Shit bag full of guala, thought he was playing around Slap the dog shit if you bitches play with the count You ain't activated you better stay in the house hah Better stay in the house, nigga You ain't activated you better stay in the house hah Better stay in the house They want a dollar an ounce for that throwback red Jumpsuit a different color so you know that's fair Bought jewelry with the 30k that's on my head Seated on the edge of my bed thumbing through bands, yeah Trap booming, youngin' runnin' through grams, yeah Keep it on him, he in love with the blam, yeah Cock it back till that bitch unjam, yeah Mah-mah-mah, that bitch gon' cram, yeah Now feed the fam with transactions, that should be hand to hand Get it by any means, niggas understand Never let another man raise your young wife That means I love you if I fuck you and I cum twice They'll never find the yeeky if it's tucked right Probably get away with murder if it's done right Cubicles doing numbers off the sunlight Circle smaller than the dot and I run mine One time for the one time, fuck 'em all These pink 50's be crispy, I'm finna fuck 'em all She got a couple sheets of paper, tell her run 'em off Real niggas is rare niggas, to come across Before I take another loss you gon' lose something Charity in the trenches, nigga shoot something How you remember when the (?) at the (?) rubbing Pimping, knocked me for the hooker, I regroup from it Smooth thugging, (?) in the Chase account Back doing for the bag, I make it count We gone line his ass up and we play him out Political warfare is being straightened out We done finally made it out, you should follow me I put us in a position where we can all eat If I ain't out here in the field then why you call me? I had that chop stick sounding like it's off beat Talk cheap, we them niggas that they mad at Girl they just in it for the fame, y'all can have that I filled up with trash bags, finna bag that She jumped off the flight and I ain't give her a bag back Gotta take it on the chin, keep it solid baby I love a real bitch, lil mama mainey Can't nobody save me, I'm from hell gang Parking lot flooded with more than 100 shell gang