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She Be Putting on |
| Wish I could see my brother released from the pen |
| They wanna book us to China, fuck it, let’s go get some Yen |
| I commit some sins, just to see my bro again |
| Ask about me, bet you they goin say, we heard of him |
| It’s time to go, it’s time to get that pot of gold |
| It’s time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds |
| We goin shut it down, let you busters know |
| Keep shit trill from the south to the west coast |
| It’s time to go, it’s time to get that pot of gold |
| Shout out to that pussy nigga named Ron C |
| Lame ass old nigga, you ain’t no G |
| I can’t respect your hustle, you ain’t got no muscle |
| You snort it up your nose, even your partner can’t trust you |
| If me or my niggas see you, we goin bust you |
| That little trap house in the dirt, I smash that shit |
| I heard your beats, well how about ten straps? |
| Step back, I’m finna let the K go |
| Knock a rapper’s head like an eggroll |
| Just sayin, yo, hit squad till I die, yo |
| Brick Squad what I ride for, Tallaband to a side hoe |
| You scared to get a bible, hit you with that rifle |
| You know my goons are psycho, fuck Ron C, and your idol |
| It’s time to go, it’s time to get that pot of gold |
| It’s time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds |
| We goin shut it down, let you busters know |
| Keep shit trill from the south to the west coast |
| It’s time to go, it’s time to get that pot of gold |
| From Atlanta to LA, no meatloaf, I ain’t an essay |
| AKs and SKs, I blow fuck nigga money straight away |
| Little pocket rocket, I keep the K |
| Bless Aunt Debby, she got me straight |
| Hit squad, Brick Squad, real money, that’s why they hate |
| We give you niggas somethin to talk about |
| We the only thing they talk about |
| I can pull this chopper out of my hand, act stupid, I knock you out |
| Stay with the gold like a leprechaun |
| Everything green like a leprechaun |
| I stay strapped with an extra gun |
| Bitch, stay strapped up like Air Force Ones |
| You don’t want no problem, man, 'cause I’m with the Taloban |
| Jumpin out of caravans, hit your block up like Afghanistan |
| Hundred round drum, no marching band |
| Make you sing like caroling |
| Shoot you in the leg if you think of playin |
| It’s time to go, it’s time to get that pot of gold |
| It’s time to buy some guns, just to rock my folds |
| We goin shut it down, let you busters know |
| Keep shit trill from the south to the west coast |
| It’s time to go, it’s time to get that pot of gold |