Fold Up Lyrics

Pockets like a white man

Bands up on da nightstand

Glock up n my right

I'm too high rn

I can't land

Boss mane im goin ken

64/ 7 gettin it n

Lord forgive me fa my sins

Cuh on da block

We clutchin fns

Choppa rock n tuck ya

Lately I been munchin in

I count up 5 den

Doubled 10

Lil N*gga put yo focus

N

Strike a pose n crack ya lens

Pickem up

dat time again

It go up down

Side 2

Side

Can't explain dat sh*t

Round round

Loopty loop no detanglin

Lock-in

Block stars

Juss keep da fame n sh*t

Under covers cop cars

Dis da game dat we in

Was n da mall spent bout

2 just n vivos

They tryin to count my pockets

They must think I got a cheat code

But Dis ain't no glitch dis

From da block I serve da freak 304s

Just to ree

It's twice ya rent

Da back en

Just a free throw

I then threw back one den doubled

Back just fa my migo

I been countin racks

N smokin thrax

I fw pluto

She said ima dog

N I looked n told ha Yk

Lil Nigga got dat shit

bank account look like a zip code

Was leavin sonic

Catchin plays

Was makin tips n sellin hay

64/7

gettin paid

A package handlea

I drop da price

N let it skate

get yo fetty up

I'm countin wap way from outta state

saved ha as spaghetti guts

she like it on ha face

Den I fill ha belly up

She say she love how I taste

Came from dat block

We grew up clutchin ks

U gotta take yo last breath

It might just be today