[Intro: ReeseMoneyBagz]
ReeseMoneyBagz
FiveStar what up bro?
Turn up
Squad
All my niggas real
We real
Turn up
[Chorus: ReeseMoneyBagz]
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
All my niggas real
Flippin bricks, pushing that weight
All my niggas real
And all your niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
Fuck nigga meet the steel
Leave them holes all in your face
[Verse 1: ReeseMoneyBagz]
All my niggas real
Bitch all my niggas drill
All you see red tape when me and FiveStar off them pills
All my niggas trained to kill
And we ain't worried 'bout no opps
'Cuz my hittas toting steel
Bitch we in this shit for real
Foreign guns from Brazil, leave your brains barbecue
Like your shit was on the grill
Leave your head rolling down the hill
And all my niggas know is flex
We got bad bitches on deck
'Cuz they see my squad up next
They be choosing for the set
Pull up on your bitch in a Lex (she going for that foreign)
I told that bitch she can't get in without her neck (she can't get in without her neck)
And all I do is finesse (all I do is finesse)
I be smoking on that dope relieving stress
I'm just try'na chase a check
[Chorus: ReeseMoneyBagz]
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
All my niggas real
Flippin bricks, pushing that weight
All my niggas real
And all your niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
Fuck nigga meet the steel
Leave them holes all in your face
[Verse 2: Zeof]
Yeah, all my hittas drill
And we came up from that fuck shit
Now we the hottest killers in the function
You can't hang with me if you on dumb shit
On gang
And we headed to the top now
So don't play me, you get dropped down
And I don't play
I'ma spray your block broad day
When I through come with that K
You gon' do the race Tay-K
And I'm two times, yeah two times
You can see that shit on my face
And I'm fucked up, Rage locked up
And I pray he beat that case
And I'm flexing, and I'm toting
I just run through bands I'm soaring
And I'm blowing, and I'm scoring
It's a man down in a foreign
These bitches hoeing
Can't trust 'em
Can't blame me, that's my custom
Get it bussin', on a block
Me and TMan with that Glock, ay
With my brothers, yeah we all need each other
For my mother, I do this shit for my mother
No chains on me, that shit's from slavery
Ain't shit free, y'all know we play for keeps (give me that)
Lost my faith in God though
Run up in your condo
Swing door Chevy Tahoe
Free that young bull Rondo
All I know is bands bro
You can't hold my hand hoe
If you gon' try robbing me then I just might go Rambo (graah)
ReeseMoneyBagz
FiveStar what up bro?
Turn up
Squad
All my niggas real
We real
Turn up
[Chorus: ReeseMoneyBagz]
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
All my niggas real
Flippin bricks, pushing that weight
All my niggas real
And all your niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
Fuck nigga meet the steel
Leave them holes all in your face
[Verse 1: ReeseMoneyBagz]
All my niggas real
Bitch all my niggas drill
All you see red tape when me and FiveStar off them pills
All my niggas trained to kill
And we ain't worried 'bout no opps
'Cuz my hittas toting steel
Bitch we in this shit for real
Foreign guns from Brazil, leave your brains barbecue
Like your shit was on the grill
Leave your head rolling down the hill
And all my niggas know is flex
We got bad bitches on deck
'Cuz they see my squad up next
They be choosing for the set
Pull up on your bitch in a Lex (she going for that foreign)
I told that bitch she can't get in without her neck (she can't get in without her neck)
And all I do is finesse (all I do is finesse)
I be smoking on that dope relieving stress
I'm just try'na chase a check
[Chorus: ReeseMoneyBagz]
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
All my niggas real
Flippin bricks, pushing that weight
All my niggas real
And all your niggas fake
All my niggas real
And all y'all niggas snakes
All my niggas drill
Don't get hit up with that eight
Fuck nigga meet the steel
Leave them holes all in your face
[Verse 2: Zeof]
Yeah, all my hittas drill
And we came up from that fuck shit
Now we the hottest killers in the function
You can't hang with me if you on dumb shit
On gang
And we headed to the top now
So don't play me, you get dropped down
And I don't play
I'ma spray your block broad day
When I through come with that K
You gon' do the race Tay-K
And I'm two times, yeah two times
You can see that shit on my face
And I'm fucked up, Rage locked up
And I pray he beat that case
And I'm flexing, and I'm toting
I just run through bands I'm soaring
And I'm blowing, and I'm scoring
It's a man down in a foreign
These bitches hoeing
Can't trust 'em
Can't blame me, that's my custom
Get it bussin', on a block
Me and TMan with that Glock, ay
With my brothers, yeah we all need each other
For my mother, I do this shit for my mother
No chains on me, that shit's from slavery
Ain't shit free, y'all know we play for keeps (give me that)
Lost my faith in God though
Run up in your condo
Swing door Chevy Tahoe
Free that young bull Rondo
All I know is bands bro
You can't hold my hand hoe
If you gon' try robbing me then I just might go Rambo (graah)
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