75 on 75 - Belly Gang Kushington

Ayy, turn it up a lil' bit
Uh, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm twenty-two bags in, I got like fity more
I been sellin' drugs so long my mama startin' to give up hope
It's so much crack in here, I think I need a stripper pole
Glass all around me like them Arabs at the liquor store
You break, you buy, you take it, you die
I took a pic' with 75K on 75, huh
These little niggas, they not gang in real life
They catch a case and when they get in the courtroom, they comply, hey (Damn, son)

Huh, where the fuck you find this?
Shootin' dice in the hood, I trey four Giannis
My dad ain't never been shit, I don't feel like bronny
I'm strapped up like them hoes that Druski be wantin'
Lesbian, prostitute, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
I'm in the kitchen with a fork and a bowl and a stove, these niggas ain't cookin' with me
I'm in the street everyday, these feds is on me, the crackers be lookin' at me, they be juggin' at me
I be lettin' my uncle sell the work, but he took a lil' piece
Huh, he took a lil' crumb
I'ma cut off his arm, I'ma cut off his thumb
He lie, I'ma cut off his tongue
Trey five, I'm Kevin Durant
Can't lie, I'm one of them ones
Can't fly, I go on the run, can't fly I go on—
I'm in a black truck with the gun tucked in the seat though like I'm goin' to prom, huh
Outside trappin' in some Carhartt like I'm goin' to farm, huh
Moo cow, 2021, I had caught a couple cases, I couldn’t even get a bond
I couldn't even get around it, dropped a bag, sixty thousand
Nigga, I came up from weighin' work up in assistant housing
Nigga, I came up from bustin' fake checks, it was instant count it
Nigga, I came up from VIN switchin' whips that's impounded

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Young Kush