White Water Spinning (Not Smurf)

Verse 1

Pockets swollen

Ten racks on the kitchen tile

Pistol resting by the stove nigga

You broke and bitter

Chop the brick then bag it fast

White water spinning in the glass nigga

White water dripping off the mask nigga

Move the weight

I move the product

I move the powder

Riding through the darkness with the tinted windows up

Hustle heavy since a youngin always keeping it real

Five percent on every side so nobody can see

Piling up the dirty paper count it till my thumbs hurt

Verse 2

Twelve behind me

Gas it through the alleyway

Duck and dodge the law nigga

Realest in the room

Keep it player while I stash the loot

Haters talking but they never ever try to shoot

Business booming

Phone clicking

Money sticking

Got the pack inside the mattress tucked away deep

Keep the barrel close while I finally go to sleep

Grinding like a legend for the profit on the block

Smurfing in the cut while I look out for the narc

Sipping on some poison while I stack another mill

Sold another ounce just to pay another bill nigga

Verse 3

Talk that talk

Walk that walk

Live that life

I put that work in while you sitting on the curb

Slanging every gram till it turn into a bird

Catch me in the Memphis streets moving like a shadow

Weight inside the trunk got the back bumper dragging

Blood on my knuckles from the struggle in the pit

Hundred round drum make a faking nigga quit nigga

Ridin for my brothers till the casket in the ground

Running every block until we own the whole town

Bury all the fakes in the woods out of sight

Real ones staying solid in the middle of the night

Trap house clicking like a clock on the wall nigga