On the Rest

[Intro] (Pipe that shit up, TnT) You gettin' me, D-Will? Yeah They know who I am [Chorus] I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at? I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah [Verse 1] I pull up icy from my fuckin' head to teeth (Head to teeth) I don't speak, you see murder when I blink I'm in that Rolls with that gang out on the street These pussy ass niggas gon' sing, they try takin' somethin' from me I done ran a check up, I go promise I won't hurt no more Straight out that North, that's on my boy, I never trust no ho Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole I'ma catch my K before I freeze, they'll never say I fold Who broke the code? [Chorus] I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at? I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah [Verse 2] Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain't been paid, okay I paid that bitch to close her mouth, they think I'm fazed, I ain't Paid two mil' close for my house, I ain't stayed ten days Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise Go check my bank account, don't give a fuck who lit Any problem, get it fixed, worry 'bout no nigga or no bitch Bloody nigga, I can show him how to move a brick They know we be with the shit Ask VL, I'm gon' get 'em hit They slid on shit inside the sixty [Chorus] I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at? I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah