Yayo

Yayo, I don't sell that yayo

But I got a thousand pounds of loud on the way though

We all getting money so my shooters ain't on payroll

They shoot when I say so

Bitch I am from Clay Co

Catch me out with a pack of B's

Catch me in traffic trafficking

The spot jumping call it trampoline

The gun got a XXL magazine

Brick Squad we love to party

You know how much money you could make off of molly

Grew up running through cuts and alleys

Now I'm getting loud shipped out straight from Cali

All came in grey bags left the trap with like eight bags

Vacuum sealed in them food savers

Y'all fake dealers we true players

Move the work 'til the work's gone

I love money I turn it on

I'm don't ask me how I get all this money tax free

Bitch this the life we chose

All for the nice cars and the nicest clothes

Bob Barker knows that all my prices low

Selling crisp not blow you niggas should know

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