24 (Remix) Lyrics

Ayy, uh, gang

My bad, money bad

I mean money man, fuck

Ayy, ayy, hold down down bad

Ain't nobody help me get it up

I got the right to brag, lil' nigga

'Cause I'm big enough with the price on the tab

Nigga, I don't really give a fuck

Niggas, they mad

And I don't really give a fuck

Smokin' on gas, ridin' around in the rents

Doin' the dance, I'm sorry if I hit ya

Nigga, what's sad

Nigga, what you been through

Ever been shot at

Niggas tryna hit you

Niggas want my sauce, they want my flavor

I must be a god by the way that they praise me

Part of the squad, and that's why you hatin

You been a fraud, you been fakin

Put it on my mind, so my heart, I'ma make it grow

Now to be a star, like a high, I'll chase it

They weren't with us before, we was broke down

Basic, gotta get more scars

'Cause the rappers are the greatest

Niggas love to see you broke down

Like a four pound, time to get the dough down

Man, I'm all down, like a whole dime

I was back of the crowd

Now, nigga, look who runnin' the show now

Fuck my numbers, tryna get it out the floor somehow

Told my one, no joke

From the first, get gold now

Yeah, you know I'ma get down when they get down

Hella up it on the Pope, if he come up in this house

Twiggin' on reefer, we rollin' up woods

We do not do no swishers, ain't good in the hood

So don't try to come visit

I'll pay you a visit

Before I ever get on the track, it's an addiction

Grew up, got big, started beatin' up the bullets

I'm down for the fight, but I brought me some bullets

Then John automatically put up to the fullest

He try to dumbstrap, but I beat that nigga twice

My screws in my game, ain't no screws in my head

Nigga, I ain't nothin' changed, cause it's a little split

Like a nigga off and on, he want no credit

See a opp out track, bop, bop, and spread

O.J. bought that nigga, why would you say it

Ain't no game, who you think you playin' with

I'm goin' insane, but the vice look bad

We make our own shit, throw it up, and we bankin

Every night I sleep with the girl that I meet

So I lost a few fights, but they know I ain't weak

'Cause what's that I broke in, it's cause I told her, man

You know that I ain't me, but I was livin' that life

So it's easy to put the blame on me

The real talk, I don't even blame them though

'Cause niggas think you all even though they your folks

This nigga smell funny, man, and it ain't no dope

They know this shit can get ugly

But I can't switch up for nothin

Still toting that strap on Sunday

Still clutching that stick on Tuesday

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, Sunday

Just in case a nigga wanna get lucky

I'ma set him up, he gon' need his money

And I know the opps really wanna catch me

But I cannot fly cause I can't laugh in the streets

I'm fly like a fly, he ain't flyer than me

I'm clutching that pitchfork when I rock that blip

You gotta be an Indian for you to be a chief

Drop the top, let these hoes see

She suckin' my cock, I take a bath in the weed

Make a dirty money, ain't got time to clean it

My bad, my bad, my bad