76ers lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, hm
Yeah, pull up
MOB (Rich Treeze) Uh-huh

[Verse]
Trust nobody, pull up wide body, money and respect, I'll die 'bout it
Took losses, n*gga, I done spilled lean, I ain't cry about it, know I'm hard body
'Member back when it was 2017, 7:45, in front of Hardbody's
Stop a n*gga bank, shootin' .456, ain't gotta go home, you know I got it
Can't stop at no red lights 'cause I'm ridin' 'round in big wide body
You can act like it ain't nothin', n*gga, but about this paper, n*ggas die 'bout it
She a freak, but she act shy 'bout it, n*gga, 10-East got the line crawlin'
Ayy, pass me that right there, hand me that, hand me that
Yeah, huh, I might go condo in London, switch up my style, switch up the vibe
My n*gga need candy, he come get water, he out, I make a b*tch throw in thе towel
My n*gga just called me, hе want a P and a half, it ain't gon' take me an hour, told him it's good
I'm finna pull up right on you as soon as I hop out the shower
Just give me a knife, gotta bust open a white, this here ain't no flow and this sh*t life
My man's want 50 pounds of za' and two in the South
Yeah, you ever went to the South, I'm burnin' it down like NBA gym on fire
The price of the brick goin' up, when it be a drought, I learned all this sh*t from The Wire
I took a few Ls, I'm learnin' my lesson, these watches my only investment
Louis Damier, yeah, this chess not checkers, let the vibes in, rope off the section, n*gga
Walk up in Louis, told 'em to give me the Jersey, I ball like a freshman, n*gga
Really havin' pull, feelin' just like Jay Prince when I'm out in Texas, n*gga
Might buy a Bentley and paint that b*tch army fatigued just 'cause I'm a veteran, n*gga
Two of my cars are half a million, can't stop trappin', in love with the feelin'
Walk in the club, it ain't no sections in here, say, "f*ck it," we buyin' the buildin'
I'm pullin' right up, as long as I'm paid, the spot can be dead, I'ma make me a killin'
Soon as we walk in, hand us ones, the money gon' go straight up to the ceilin'
Streets get cold, n*gga, ain't no love, f*ck all that playin', get straight to the bidness
My goal was only ten thousand, the car that sit on 26 inches
Now I hop out a G5 big-ass Benz with angels in it
I just made me another ticket, no cap, n*gga, how you livin'?
I could just wear me a rubber band on my wrist, and they think I'm weight dealin'
I just made me another ticket, no cap, how you livin'?
I can rock a rubber band, but this a pack, I come from 'em trenches
Stylin' on n*ggas, I'm slayin' they b*tches, I peep how they look, I'm feelin' the tension
We up with trappers, really with gymnasts, go get it packed, they tell me to flip it
You cryin', complainin', you broke, better fix it, we put it on our man's whenever you whip it
Boy, this sh*t serious, wrote that in the kitchen, me, G.T., and Peezy, the 76ers
[Outro]
You recordin', Smerf?