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the whole pound - fastest lyrics

[intro]
yeah
this beat hard, as f*ck

[pre*chorus]
me and my gang, we gon’ run inside his house
now, he don’t want no beef no more, he quiet as a mouse
we not the police, but we told him to get it down
yeah we in town, we take this b*tch, pass her around (yeah)

[chorus]
grah, gr, gr, grah, grah
choppa bang like “what’s that sound?”
now he’s crying for help, six feet in the ground
i’m a king, no king of the hill, playing on a dirt mound
ballin’ hard, outta bounds, smokin’ good, the whole pound

[verse 1]
my girl is a thot, run up on me, it’s hot and h*rny, yeah
best believe enter with .40, double that, i feel like authority, yeah
i keep my strap, like a gay shorty
i be getting so much money, it get annoying
b*tch you a fake, fairy tale story
close your eyes kids, bout’ to get bl**dy and gory
i’m from the future and the past, rick and morty
take the money out the vault and fill it with glory
makin’ music everyday, it’s startin’ to get borin’
but i sleep when i hear your opinion, get snorin’
i feel like minaj, this choppa go bang, bang, uh
he wanna play, so this choppa go on a play date
[chorus]
grah, gr, gr, grah, grah
choppa bang like “what’s that sound?”
now he’s crying for help, six feet in the ground
i’m a king, no king of the hill, playing on a dirt mound
ballin’ hard, outta bounds, smokin’ good, the whole pound

[verse 2]
yeah, if he talkin’ sh*t, i’m finna pull up and send em’ to h*ll
but i sit in this h*ll like they hatin’ on {?]
ring, ring, another down, uh
[?] throw him in a lake, you gonna be askin’ “what’s that smell?”
i keep pellets inside the mother f*ckin’ sh*ll
gotta wait for the percocets to sell
uh, get the f*ck out my business
i tell you what i’m doing, i’m counting my riches
to busy gettin’ rich, give a f*ck ’bout about these b*tches
and all i’m doin’ is survival of the fittest
they sayin’ i’m rude, they ain’t got it, they twisted
they got a mix up, they gotta flip it
ima freestyle sh*t, i don’t gotta speak written
i’m f*ckin’ her p*ssy, f*ckin’ the kitten
you a little ass kid, gotta stop and listen
i work my ass off, even though i be gifted
b*tch i am the truth, i felt the admission
you gave up, you fell into submission
uh, my life is a mission
i know i’m respected by [?], i feel disrespected, but r kelly get to p*ssin’
the money i get it, i know that you get it, you get that i get it
but you ain’t get what gettin’, i’m countin’ these winnings, i’m countin’ these millions
[chorus]
grah, gr, gr, grah, grah
choppa bang like “what’s that sound?”
now he’s crying for help, six feet in the ground
i’m a king, no king of the hill, playing on a dirt mound
ballin’ hard, outta bounds, smokin’ good, the whole pound

[outro]
the whole pound, the whole pound

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