Lyrics to 504 Radio
504 Radio Video:
featuring 3d Natee

(Verse)
Uh, it's fuck a long, get your own,
I burn the whole pound for my girl who didn't go
And I trade it all lean just to kick it once again
They say play uncle Sam, but I'm like free my uncle Ben.
Where you been, that's where I heal when I spend the bim,
But I've been easy on my grizly nigga, I'm a grown man,
Young man, if it ain't about no paper, then scream
Got me staring at them cause like who the fuck is hold me my hand.
I go ham till I get my mullin 40 x Atlant, and even when I get it bitch
I'm still gonna be pitchin.
Plus all they know is give me, got engine,
you ain't heard, give me got shut, then give me, went missin.
Yeah, tell all them noisy bitches mind their business,
And all them fake ass niggas skip their distance.
Ain't riding, ain't no killer but don't push me,
But I guarantee I make them pussies feel me my nigga.

(Hook)
My niggas from the bricks it ain't fucking with me,
All my niggas getting this, it ain't fucking with me,
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it,
Kept it real since the beginning, for my mama raised the winner.
My sister stayed on trip, 'cause they ain't fucking with me,
Hold my niggas in the pince it ain't fucking with me,
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it,
Kept it real since the beginning, for my mama raised the winner.

(Verse)
I been focused my only goal is the stack billions,
And give hope to these black children I'm that brilliant.
Far from my obstacle, the niece was out to heal me,
Meanwhile I'm in the wall, as patient shorty as Kate William
So I ride solo, dolo, no time for cold defendence
Talk shit and I'm sending shots, hope you fuck us fotogenic,
They hoes the minute, not they stalking my InstaGram,
Starting making paper and turn my haters to instant stand.
Stand in hand like expect a gadget, it's tragic,
Where was all of you beasts when I had work under that matress?
And then judging attachments, all you niggas was napping.
Now you niggas adapting and I pull up like what's happening
And they know I'm the captain and not just because rapping,
It's because I made it happen neither when niggas was laughing
Now body everybody with a verse or with the shawty,
Fuck fan no time to pally, shit get off the piley, bitch.

(Hook)
My niggas from the bricks and they ain't fucking with me,
All my niggas getting this, say they ain't fucking with me,
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it,
Kept it real since the beginning, for my mama raised the winner.
My sisters, they don't trip, 'cause they ain't fucking with me,
All my niggas in the pin, say they ain't fucking with me,
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it,
Kept it real since the beginning, for my mama raised the winner.

(Verse)
Uh, this lil nigga self-made
I couldn't keep the job, they ask me how I'm getting paid,
I started moving wake they told me nigga pump your breaks,
but I've been rolling right past, I'm getting that money all day.
A hood full of nigga so a blessing broad day
I told my homie, hold as head, my nigga told me stay safe.
Got fares on my trill from all this money that I made
'cause if it's money over bitches like Jess always say.
I never had no safe, just cash under my bed,
Take a walk through the ghetto with their grass always there
And like the homie wishin, my flow tell a mission,
No love to the girl with short skirts and long legs,
A bitch can't get a crumble over my plate,
I'm too hood to give a fck, fuck what you think,
I'm buying no blow so bitch nigga give me space,
But this that good since, part 2 that I get paid.

(Hook)
My niggas from the bricks and they ain't fucking with me,
All my niggas getting this, say they ain't fucking with me,
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it,
Kept it real since the beginning, for my mama raised the winner.
My sisters, they don't trip, 'cause they ain't fucking with me,
All my niggas in the pin, say they ain't fucking with me,
Yeah, bitch I spit it how I live it,
Kept it real since the beginning, for my mama raised the winner
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