Couple Grands ft. Slaay Saad & Billion berg Lyrics

Stay down, till you come up A couple bands, price tag on your head

Play with that bread, yeah, ya Ass Dead couple grand, 100 shots,

We don't fuck with no pigs These niggas ain't rappin', all I hear is Singing playin' tough, so everybody bangin' Chain swingin', wish a nigga would

Price tag on his head, what it cost

Just a loaf of bread And we don't scam, we get it off the gram

No, we don't do it for the gram Niggas hustlin' wrong, that's how you get

caught up in the jam When I pull up, I make a nigga throw up

Make him sick of the glow up, make him sicker than Covid

Man, this ice like cold cuts Fuck a nigga, man, I chop a nigga up and

freeze him for lunch A couple bands, price tag on your head

Play with that bread, yeah, it's dead A couple grand, toy shots, I just said

We don't fuck with no pigs Okay, I'm reloaded

Throwin' up another deuce Feelin' like I'm Trump, you'll think I'm fuckin

bulletproof I grew up on that GZ

If it ain't right, we'll swap him out Since I passed through the mail, we don't

see droughts Wholesale only, you sellin' re-rock

Put it on the scale, or scrape it out the pots

Six hour compact, I keep two Glocks A couple bands, price tag on your head

Play with that bread, yeah, it's dead A couple grand, toy shots, I just said

We don't fuck with no pigs

Ayy, but don't be so eager to meet up with them people

And act like you gon' give them some pennies to play the reaper

Cause they might do you dirty, subtract you to make it equal

Cause they got more paper to play with, plus they do it lethal

All my old hoes want reboots, they love steakin' seafood

They love two, three rounds, I gotta show them what greens do

Damn right, we into him, choppers in the meeting room

Choppers in the SUVs, followed by a fleet of goons

I can't do shit for free, it cost some Gs for me to move

Dropped a couple bands on the Smith & Wesson 5'7

Damn, you was the man, how the fuck you fell off five levels

Huh, how the fuck you fell off five levels

A couple bands, price tag on your head

Play with that bread, yeah, it's dead A couple grand, toy shots, I just said

We don't fuck with no pigs

We don't fuck with no pigs