STHHRESSED OUT lyrics

[Intro]
It's a well known fact man
We been gettin' money since get money
And we still gettin' money, baby

[Verse]
Fresh out the block with a hunnid bands
Shawty said she for the money, she don't want a man
Feel like Kobe, I been ballin' with my right hand
These n*ggas plottin', keep a .30 on my nightstand
What? You don't like music, when you don't got bands?
All these damn guns 'round me like we don't like hands
I'm afraid to go out, police, they don't like n*ggas
Run up on me, I'ma catch a life sentence
I make the money jump while that b*tch is hittin' switches
Send a shot, AK, any n*gga get up in the b'iness
Flexin' on a f*ck n*gga, I don't like fitness
Always talk about it, but n*gga you don't like b*tches
Call this choppa "keeper," but it be send' more than kisses
Pull this b*tch out the right, he made the wrong decision
Broke n*ggas always wanna knuckle up
Boy, I keep a strap on me, better buckle up
You a call us clean version we don't give a f*ck
Or you can call us NASA 'cause we send him up
Yo ho goin' down, but the paper up
Goddamn my hand hurt from all the paper cuts
Bring the sweeper on the block told 'em, "Eat dust"
I'm havin' money, baby, I don't want that free lunch
I smoke loud, you gon' have to speak up
My neck cold, now I know when that heat come