Accolades Lyrics

Been thuggin like Dom K, got K Dots at yo temp fade

I been brave never been afraid I be in the field with the renegades

Where the sinners play while you play charades

I’m makin plays, cash for dope an official trade

What’s da ratio? I been gettin paid

I took yo bitch on a dinner date now she gettin slayed

My boy did his bid gotta clean slate

You try to run off we gon sweep the state

Eat the cake, Annie Mae

I got freebands and ran off on Sally Mae

Fuck Uncle Sam, I need racks today

Made a way so I can have my way

SAC havin trap accolades

Me and mine riding like six flags

Puttin you and yours on a shit bag

I got up and got me a big bag

You just bitch, nag, and ain’t gettin nann

I'm tryna expand and multiply it

I stack the hunchos for a hobby

Don’t give a fuck about who criticizing

I cannot let dese niggaz crucify me

I'm in a two seater with a diva, two liters, no tequila

Two heaters, 4 hundred and 74 milliliters

All the times I done sipped and seen em

Probably served you and yo people

I po' da mudd let it marinate

Trap beatin need barricades

I ran it up on them interstates

Paper right come let me set ya straight

Free smoke you get fresh baked

Case of drank that's a med case

I pray they don’t make it a fed case

Extended clip on a dirty K, glock 40, and a 38

My niggaz adding to the murder rate

They said my city topped the murder rate

Muh’fuxka kuz we

Been thuggin like Dom K, got K Dots at yo temp fade

I been brave never been afraid I be in the field with the renegades

Where the sinners play while you play charades

I’m makin plays, cash for dope an official trade

What’s da ratio? I been gettin paid

I took yo bitch on a dinner date now she gettin slayed

My boy did his bid gotta clean slate

You try to run off we gon sweep the state

Eat the cake, Annie Mae

I got freebands and ran off on Sally Mae

Fuck Uncle Sam, I need racks today

Made a way so I can have my way

SAC havin trap accolades

What’s with the cappin I thought you was havin

Don’t come to me talkin bout I’m taxin

Lil bitch I'm ballin' like I won a natty

If 12 wanna talk it wasn't me like I’m shaggy

I stuff the cook book in a backy

I’m serving good looks in this Bally

I like em book smart with a Phatty

Healthy, pretty pussy with no panties

Im in the kitchen whippin like I’m Ramsey

With a lethal weapon on me like I'm Danny

Bricks of that Mel Gibson in the Pantry

Yo' plug out here sellin pressed xannies

I’m in East Atlanta 10 toes standin

Hand in handin

Quarterback I’m game planning

Quarterback I’m Peyton Manning

Quarterback I got that cannon

Supplyin what niggaz demanding

Niggaz out here with the antics

Cappin like they really got it

I’m bout to max the price, I’m tryna corner the market

I gotta max out my profit, cheap chatter just breathe wasting

Glock 40 and it’s breath taking, hi tech and it taste amazing

Been thuggin like Dom K, got K Dots at yo temp fade

I been brave never been afraid I be in the field with the renegades

Where the sinners play while you play charades

I’m makin plays, cash for dope an official trade

What’s da ratio? I been gettin paid

I took yo bitch on a dinner date now she gettin slayed

My boy did his bid gotta clean slate

You try to run off we gon sweep the state

Eat the cake, Annie Mae

I got freebands and ran off on Sally Mae

Fuck Uncle Sam, I need racks today

Made a way so I can have my way

SAC havin trap accolades