| Yo once upon a time, not long ago |
| I was driving around with a hundred pounds of dro (word) |
| Next thing I know, 5-O's behind me |
| I look at my dash I’m doing close to 90 |
| Problems like this ain’t supposed to find me (na) |
| So I thought about it, pulled over finally |
| Like, he might search the trunk, don’t remind me |
| Luckily he flashed the lights and drove it by me |
| So I proceed to turn right at the first light (yeah) |
| Now I’m heading east on Jericho Turnpike (yeah) |
| Been doing this for years man, I had to earn stripes |
| Transported 40 P’s on my worst night |
| Word like, Bolic been making paper lately |
| And that’s just making sure all these haters hate me |
| But enough small talk, let’s get back to the story |
| I met this kid Jay, with a package of 40 |
| He said 'I know my numbers 29 now, but I want 28' |
| I said let me find out |
| Bolic knows he did good business with you |
| But that don’t mean I won’t swing this fist and hit you |
| He agrees so I’m off to my next stop |
| 20 in a dufflebag about to get dropped (yeah) |
| Left that spot and got 39 left |
| Cops behind me again, shit, I’m holding my breath |
| Pigs behind me, 39 in the trunk |
| Well at least I ain’t got 30 9's in the trunk |
| Vacuum sealed just some kong and some skunk |
| I should be fine cause Po-9 is some punks |
| I can’t front, I can move an ounce of rock |
| I just feel safer with a hundred pounds of pot (yeah) |
| The only set back I drive around a lot |
| But I ain’t down to stop 'til every town is locked (right) |
| Enough about being still in suffer county |
| Half-wits expecting knees to put the cuffs around me |
| Got lucky again, Jake made the next left |
| Next step, meet this cat I ain’t met yet |
| Had to head west, now I’m passing his house |
| So I parked, dropped off the dufflebag, and I’m out (peace) |
| Northern Long Island, heading back to the south |
| Like damn, what the fuck’s this traffic about |
| Time to proceed with 19 P’s left |
| This faggot named Mike who’s I gotta meet next |
| His money’s on point but he got a weak rep |
| Another punk who ain’t happy with the number he gets |
| Got to his crip with the last 19 |
| Said I’ll be back tomorrow to collect my cream |
| Next thing I know cops have me stopped quick |
| Like, can I search the trunk |
| Yeah, I ain’t got shit |
| Hit me |
| Haha, Yo, If you having money problems, I feel bad for you son |
| Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1 |
| Hit me |
| Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1 |
| If you having money problems, I feel bad for you son |
| Got 99 pounds, who the fuck needs 1 |
| Hit me |