Gospel Lyrics

Came a long way from them nickel bags nigga

Yea now we don't even touch it

Just put the bag up get the bag back

Watch the bag stack

Remember running from the Angels

Boppin' with the demons

Trappin' to dat Jezzy

Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy

I'll drop 'em' off wherever

Nigga where we meeting

What you needed

Bxtch I'm squeezing

If he scheming imma leave him

I get money fast

Flip the paper and fill another bag

Double back

Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag

100 bags

I'm in the yo just countin my moneybaggs

Done dat bad

I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga

But it's all good we all good

I had fell off and looked around where yall was

Started off with reggie bags and small jugs

Graduated to several bags we all plugged

All my nigga was scoring we like a ball club

Really got it to blow it we like a ball club

We get tired of waiting we go spin where ever ya'll was

100 round drums

Kutta smokin' it was all wood

Late night I'm grindin' it was me alone

Chasing' a vision I knew I would have to see alone

Them days was dark but so beautiful dat Nia Long

I could never eat alone

Go dog you if bro need a bone

You ever been down to your last

Been flightin' for some days

Tryna catch you one you he tryna do the same

So it's him or it you

A hat or grave

Take my chances with the state

I'm coming get him out the way

Wait

I ain't finna play

You in motion or you in the way

You niggaz sweet as cake

You picking sides nah you ain't even safe

Ain't stoppin' for no jakes

This the kinda paper beat a case

I gotta find a way

Swerve through traffic I ain't even brake

Go go go mode

Wockiana I'm slow mo'd

Micro carbine a go Go Pro

Shootin' you and your bro bros

How you make it out the city just to let the door close?

I get through dat bih it ain't go be no more doors

Like Rossy need lead the way

Rossy need his cake

Bro love the beef he need a taste

It's time to eat I feed him steak

I been mixing these exotics up and now i'm seeing space

Get in my way

Front row tickets to this show u seeing Drake

Now let us pray

Remember running from the Angels

Boppin' with the demons

Trappin' to dat Jezzy

Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy

I'll drop 'em' off wherever

Nigga where we meeting

What you needed

And i'm squeezing

If he scheming immm leave him

I get money fast

Flip the paper and fill another bag

Double back

Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag

100 bags

I'm in the yo just countin my moneybags

Done dat bad

I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga

Juve in a Lac

Pouring sippin' act

Started off with $50 watched it turn to 50 racks

Dat 50 made 100 back

My brody showed me how to trap

Parked the Rover jects

Pull up hop out with my gat

I can show you mathematics

I know mathematics

Money flippin' steady flippin'

You know I know acrobatics

Got the plain jane Carti

Imma go back for the Patek

Lost my mind I never had it

Think my room need to be padded

Straight my jacket

Ain't waiting for it let me at it

Gotta put some up datz my children go inherit

Cop designer wear it once and tell JR he can have it

Everything front the plane we don't do average nigga

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