40 On Me (Demo 2)

[Intro]

(Clibbo, you’re crazy for this one)

(I’m Working on Dying)

(Oogie Mane, he killed it)

[Chorus]

Not talking ‘bout no money, whatchu talkin’ ‘bout?

Not tryna kill nobody, whatchu stalkin’ ‘bout?

I said, “Boy, we do Lambo’ trucks, no, we don’t walk it out”

Make him fly, I’m right wit’ the birds ‘cause we gon' hawk him out (Yeah)

Only 12 come around my way when it’s time to chalk it out (Woah)

And after 12, get from around my way, 'cause they gon' chalk you out (Yeah)

And I was 12 when they chalked him out, they lifted up his scalp (Boaw)

They couldn’t tell if it was really him, identify from his mouth (Woah)

[Verse 1]

You ain't outside, nigga, you is a bitch, you be in the house

When your girl outside, you know she my bitch, I be in her mouth

I just saw them whip and fuck all the pots up in my granny housе

I just saw them stash a whole lotta bricks in my granny couch

Kick down the door, nigga, whеre's it at? Revolver wit' the snout

She start screaming, we don't give a fuck, put tape on your granny mouth

Man, give it up, before bro gun bust because he's handied up

Alright, kill that nigga, but just leave his granny

My boy got Pop Rocks on the block, got 'em fiendin' candy

And you know we known to pop Glocks, we got three in handy

He think he Bob The Builder, well, I got my Handy Manny

Stick up boys can't stand me

He gon' get Grahah-boaw-boaw if he try to jam me

[Chorus]

Not talking ‘bout no money, whatchu talkin’ ‘bout?

Not tryna kill nobody, whatchu stalkin’ ‘bout?

I said, “Boy, we do Lambo’ trucks, no, we don’t walk it out”

Make him fly, I’m right wit’ the birds ‘cause we gon' hawk him out (Yeah)

Only 12 come around my way when it’s time to chalk it out (Woah)

And after 12, get from around my way, 'cause they gon' chalk you out (Yeah)

And I was 12 when they chalked him out, they lifted up his scalp (Boaw)

They couldn’t tell if it was really him, identify from his mouth (Woah)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I don't want your bitch, I'ma hit it once (Bye)

'Cause way back before the money she wasn't feelin' us (Damn)

Remember back in the day, when them niggas thought they were killing us (What?)

Boy, the money ain't change shit, but got my niggas drilling much (Woah)

Pull up, uh, pull up, uh, extra strap

Pull up, uh, wit' a camo' Mini-MAC

Got a drum with a scope and shit attached

Louis bag, Channel Kicks, we mix and match

I don't know my driver name, I got 60 chauffeurs

How this big ass nigga tryna buy a Lotus?

I brought a tank, it stretch from the corner all the way to the shoulder

It cost a quarter on my neck, I flooded it in water

[Chorus]

Not talking ‘bout no money, whatchu talkin’ ‘bout?

Not tryna kill nobody, whatchu stalkin’ ‘bout?

I said, “Boy, we do Lambo’ trucks, no, we don’t walk it out”

Make him fly, I’m right wit’ the birds ‘cause we gon' hawk him out (Yeah)

Only 12 come around my way when it’s time to chalk it out (Woah)

And after 12, get from around my way, 'cause they gon' chalk you out (Yeah)

And I was 12 when they chalked him out, they lifted up his scalp (Boaw)

They couldn’t tell if it was really him, identify from his mouth (Woah)