205 To The 305 ft. Jchill, Ubylis Da Plug & Young Savo Lyrics

Everybody wanna be the Man

But everybody ain't got a Plan

Everybody wanna Hate

Then they turn into a Fan

All the bitches want the Money

And She gon do just what She Can

I just get the Bag & Run it up

Then the Kid became the Man

I'm Rolling up Gas on the Balcony

Gold all around me that's Alchemy

I'm Dripping Water so Casually

I turned a Dream to Reality

I'm chasing paper that's Strategy

Run up on me that's a Casualty

If you a Rat you a Mouse to me

Who gon let these Demons outta me?

205, to the 305, I Pull up & Peep the Vibe

Connect with the Plug & went straight to the Yo

We turn the shit to a Homicide

Let me put it to you really Simple

Real Recognize Real thats G Code

And if it ain't about the Money that Sinful

But if it ain't about the mMoney, whatchu Came for?

Everybody wanna be the Man

But everybody ain't got a Plan

Everybody wanna Hate

Then they turn into a Fan

All the bitches want the Money

And She gon do just what She Can

I just get the Bag & Run it up

Then the Kid became the Man

I'm Rolling up Gas on the Balcony

Gold all around me that's Alchemy

I'm Dripping Water so Casually

I turned a Dream to Reality

I'm Chasing Paper that's Strategy

Run up on me that's a Casualty

If you a Rat you a Mouse to me

Who gon let these Demons outta me?

Not Enough Indians too many Chiefs

Me ama Chief Roll it in a Leaf

9 on my Waist Looking like some Briefs

On some Animal shit i Want All the Beef

Mather Luther i had many Dreams

Of Money Flowing Looking like a Stream

I am Balling nigga but thats 4 the Team

Whipping Rocks but thats for the Fiends

205 to the 305

Where 5.0 Wants you 2 Die

Keep a 4.4 cause am Down 2 Ride

Bitch am Bad 4 You like Fluoride

I go 2 your Crib thats a Homicide

You a Roach I'll You like a Pesticide

If i Catch a nigga Lacking Outside

Ama cut a nigga like he Exercise

Boom who the fuck Wants it with Me

Me am the Man i dont Need no I.D

This shit on my Veins like if its an I.V

Trying to be the Goat like Muhammad Ali

But the bitches calling me T.E.D

Am Old School like some CDs

Am about the Beef like its Chili's

But I'll Smoke a nigga like some CBD

Everybody wanna be the Man

But everybody ain't got a Plan

Everybody wanna Hate

Then they turn into a Fan

All the bitches want the Money

And She gon do just what She Can

I just get the Bag & Run it up

Then the Kid became the Man

I'm Rolling up Gas on the Balcony

Gold all around me that's Alchemy

I'm Dripping Water so Casually

I turned a Dream to Reality

I'm Chasing Paper that's Strategy

Run up on me that's a Casualty

If you a Rat you a Mouse to me

Who gon let these Demons outta me?

We Jugg on this Side

Don't Slip but I Slide

Finesse the Supply

Pull up with the Tooly

And Ready Fye

Kiss your Wife Goodbye

Love bitches that Lie

Fuck bitches that Dyke

Like diamond Baguette

Lil shawty Drip Wet

All for a Check

Just for da Connect

She in love with the Plug

Designer Drugs

Never Enough that's just because

I got the Load

Never See Less

You only See More

No Need to Stress

Oh that's your Hoe

I ain't Impressed

Bet She Drop it Low

And fuck Me the Best yes

Lost Soul with a Good Heart

Out of 205 not the Good Part

Took a while now I'm at a Good Start

No Strings Attached with a Push Start

Got a Bad bitch do Bad shit

But I know She really got a Good Heart

Good Habits it's Tragic

She Fell in Love with this Hood Star

Ima Own up to my Own shit

I'll be Here when shit gets Dark

Keep Calm tho can't Spazz out

Cause I Keep Driving this Fast Car

Going All Gas yeah No Breaks

Lil Mama Bad yeah Snowflake

Angel in Disguise my Soul Take

Impossible to say No Way

Everybody Died Human Cycle

Married to the Money my Wife Bro

Got a Down Chick on my Side Bro

And She Gon Blow if I Blow