80 pounds ft. Rashad2Timez Lyrics

Y'all ready

You get some bodes, don't lose your soul

Don't take that slimy rope

If you ain't ready to keep yo pole

You knowdemtohatitmah rein

Hold on

Yo

If you ain't ready to maybe addict killed

Don't take that slimy rope

You know they plug me bout that schriller

Boy they gon walk him down

White plug had gave me every one

I said thank you dog

If you ain't ready maybe add to kill

Don't take that slimy rope

You know they plug me bout that schriller

Brother I'm gon wak em' down

Sound like we got too many vibes and got like 80 pounds

White plug that gave me every one, I said thank you, dawg

I don't think nobody is racist, they just talk that way, hold on

I don't lie every time I get racks cause I lost some paper

I stop the hustling when I'm paid, I must make stupid bread

The only thing this money make me do is not have to go to the feds like pay the lawyer

Fuck you mean

Drugs with me, a couple of honey buns

Bad bitches, only thing I'm fuckin' had to slow it down, used to hit the five

Yeah, I'm lucky I'm still alive

Business man, you slime that many niggas gotta keep me pissed over

If you ain't ready I maybe had to kill don't take that slimy route

You know they plug me bout that Skrilla bread and I'm gon walk him down

Sound like we got too many vibes and got like 80 pounds

White plug that gave me every one, I said thank you, dawg

If you ain't ready I maybe had to kill don't take that slimy route

You know they plug me bout that Skrilla bread and I'm gon walk him down

Sound like we got too many vibes and got like 80 pounds

White plug that gave me every one, I said thank you, dawg

(Rashad2x)

Everybody want a bowl, who gon send em through the air

Callin' me like it's my duty, this ain't modern warfare

I walk up in Lennox, all the famous bitches wanna stare

Cause I'm a motherfuckin' dog lookin' for a Cartier

I'm with them rich niggas, ain't no bitch niggas up in my cross

Everybody got my name up in their mouth just like some floss

Let me talk, I got most sex in the trap and Jarvis Moss, yeah

I'm a Zod smokin' rubber band, boss, yeah

With my Vans on, skinny jean, pockets full of bands

I be trappin' fucked up, I got on designer rash

I cover my extended mag for them fucked niggas that don't know what it's like to get a badge

If you ain't ready, maybe I had to kill, don't take that slimy route

You know they plug me bout that Skrilla, bruh, then I'm gon' walk him down

Sound like we got too many vibes and got like 80 pounds

White plug that gave me every one, I said, thank you, dog