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Omar Hill
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You already know what it is, my ****
11 and a half on 18th and Ash we had to rough it up
Me getting cut by Chuck you know he fuck it up
Ayy lost a lot of weight gained a lot of weight
In and out of state we pop out to play
Getting to that cash in my bag, boy I found the way
If that bitch give up the pussy then I'm gettin paid
If she don't give up the coochie keep her out the way
Cause she can fuck for free but not today
I got no fucks to give because no fucks given
Bitch I'm insane you know the gang it's still the sky's limit
I let these nuts hang no more disguises pimping
These highs is elevated hoe I'm gone keep rising with it
Get in the habit started to pay out
Losing 80 pounds was only part of the layout
Shout out to Eddie T OG paint the picture perfect
Stick to the grind cause we climbing for a richer purpose
Homie do them pull ups so you can feel the rush
Get your body right cause yeah build it up
They do it for the pain they just tryna heal it up
I use that pain in my brain to rack them millies up
Don't let them limit where you move they can't lock us down
That fucking beats in your blood they can't lock it out
That's why we lock and load you see we popping out
Middle fingers to the sky, we ain't stopping now
When you getting to that cash getting to that bag
They hate it really bad on 18th and Ash
When you getting to that cash getting to that bag
They hate it really bad on 18 th and Ash
18th and Ash we on 18th and Ash
18th and Ash we on 18th and Ash
18th and Ash we on 18th and Ash
When you getting to that cash get it really fast
This feeling's forever fuck the county jail
Keep chasing your paper my **** counting well
Captain of the ship I sail shout out my pirate ****
Gas we blowing in the air fire ****
I know some C O hoes they want to ride a ****
Use them pink cuffs while she supply a ****
Oh shit suck it bitch
Babysit them kids she love these fucking jits
Only those in the field know what time it is
Shout out to Bpod they bringing all kind of shit
Take one of those you're taking all kind of trips
Take two of those you're making all kind of flips
800 a pop that's an exquisite taste
An expensive pen for a presidential face
All my cellies made at home that's something good to see
I don't know hate I don't know shade that's not my hood in me
I just ride for the fam uncle Wood in me
I'm just doing everything that I should've been
We make moonshine on a cloudy day
Cuz walk through that valley do that time away
They know that you the shit they all know just what it is
She gone tell everybody that she let you hit
When she don't tell she know that you a lick
But that don't mean that you know that you a vic
Making money making sense making bread up out the Ritz
Rolling with some cracking ass **** banging crip
Riding with some popping ass **** banging blood ****
Steamers and drug dealers bitches wanna fuck ****
We ain't from the dirty but we get it out the mud
**** throw shade but they receive it slugs
**** throwing salt cause they women showing love
And through the hate she still showing up
How is she a property She over here on top of me
With her twin on top of me bull riding properly
She a cop girl she gotta be a Texas fan
Pussy wet like a Mexican
Coming to America illegally
We just trying to Trump all these haters trying cheating me
They know me evenly compared it ain't no beating me
All praises to the most high on Ganja, he be leading me
When you getting to that cash getting to that bag
They hate it really bad on 18th and Ash
When you getting to that cash getting to that bag
They hate it really bad on 18 th and Ash
18th and Ash we on 18th and Ash
18th and Ash we on 18th and Ash
18th and Ash we on 18th and Ash
When you getting to that cash get it really fast
Written by: Omar Hill