[Intro: Trey Haitian]
Listen to this track, bitch
I would ride for my niggas, man, whatever we gon' do
I would die for my niggas, man, whatever we gon' through
I thank god on the daily, that a nigga got his blessings
Fuck the law, they gon' have to catch me
[Chorus: Trey Haitian]
No more stressin, no more stressin
I thank the lord for these blessings
Being broke was a lesson
We took the plug out, got our blessings
No more stressin, no more stressin
Told my niggas on the block, no more stressin
Hey mama, no more stressin
We took the plug out, and got our blessings
[Verse 1: Trey Haitian]
Wake up [?] we known as [?]
We scrambling in the trap, get high as a pilot
Work came in, now we flexin
Just robbed the plug, take out his connection
Young nigga with that Ruger
[?] chopper screw ya
[?]
[?]
Just hit a lick, and count my blessings [?]
[?] love for all my shooters
[?] super shooter [?] hooper
No more stressin, being broke tought me a lesson
No more stressin, being broke, I got the message
Forgive me for my sins, 'cause I done took [?]
[Chorus: Trey Haitian]
No more stressin, no more stressin
I thank the lord for these blessings
Being broke was a lesson
We took the plug out, got our blessings
No more stressin, no more stressin
Told my niggas on the block, no more stressin
Hey mama, no more stressin
We took the plug out, and got our blessings
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Na I ain't stressin, count my blessings
Drinking on that dirty Texas
Your bitch just sent me a text message
I didn't reply, but I looked at it
I sware I ain't got no time for no bullshit
My gas tank on E, but I got a full clip
Can't wait to let the bitch rip
Drink a pint of syrup, like a 5th
Get an ounce of herb just to puff
Pouring up out a tray
I get richer by the day
Selling pees [?] stay
Pull up at Ruth's Chris and eat a steak
[Bridge: Trey Haitian]
I would ride for my niggas, man, whatever we gon' do
I would die for my niggas, man, whatever we gon' through
I thank god on the daily, that a nigga got his blessings
Fuck the law, they gon' have to catch me
[Chorus: Trey Haitian]
No more stressin, no more stressin
I thank the lord for these blessings
Being broke was a lesson
We took the plug out, got our blessings
No more stressin, no more stressin
Told my niggas on the block, no more stressin
Hey mama, no more stressin
We took the plug out, and got our blessings
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