Troy Ave - Pounds And Powder lyrics

rate me

Powder, pounds, rich fam BSB

I see you Troy what up?

I see you lean what up block stand?

I see you buggy man, shut up G it’s a T on the beat

For forty eight on that skill, thirty four for that thang

One thousand grans for that skill

Thirty four for that thang

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Young dogs, rich fam, be as they dog voice

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Could win a lot of time for a long time

Now our days are less face to face and more online

Less hand in hand, no more fine stand

More for you is more for me

None for them is grow wild

You ain’t never blow cross countries for a half of day

Is sing all but those boxes and blow it, my shit was blowed

But we’re in boxes we not have those tools to blow ‘em all

There’s a hundred in my truck my nigga

Cops pull me over crash, the car won’t be pull my nigga

See that shit one hundred times just thinking like a scamp my nigga

Troy I’ve roll that feeling back and all it gets, in order you can front my nigga

Clock, blam, blam my nigga

You ain’t cross my niga, like you want my nigga

I do not give a fuck my nigga

What you do for that bug my nigga?

Be carefull, what it look my nigga

Push wave and get it all my nigga

All will be, all my nigga,I do for my niggas, I do it for all my niggas

For forty eight on that skill, thirty for for that thang

One thousand grand for that skill

Thirty four for that thang

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Young dogs, rich fam, be as they dog voice

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Pounds, powder, powder, pounds

Grams, all terring down skill all, skill blow

Rasy messy all around, dirty game go soon

Play the money is the closer

Mad money, play bad, what am I now bout?

Bad ones be solo, sunshine could get sunrise

Early get so enormous, I’m smoking high and I handle

Can’t touch thi so it’s ..

Bang bang you settle bitch

Rich bam, PSb, we get money, fucking telling shit

Royal by selling bricks, black busting shit

Push it on and will get on shit

She’s keep her booty on, batte baby in a cooky form

Had a cost and waiting so I took it for

Came with exchange ..

Paper chasing if you ain’t getting on the ground then you ain’t waiting

I like how watch it all the crowd, ain’t no time for hating

You’re better if you think you’re fucking with

For I land plug head shot, lay you fucking down

For forty eight on that skill, thirty four for that thang

One thousand grans for that skill

Thirty four for that thang

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Young dogs, rich fam, be as they dog voice

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

We’re legendary, more than pills

Planny wait an get that full bag

For forty eight, time is on hundred or what we smoke on back

Wanna love the streets but they don’t love it back

Say you got the world in you hand but esely you can lose that

Get locked up, or shut up

0of course these niggas want what you got and they do anything to eget it

My nigas I’ll do anything for win it

We don’t wave flags, put that we ain’t feeling anything,, forget it

We got work in that truck my nigga

...then my nigga gonna drop

Don’t give it up my nigga , I’mma call the nigga bluff you ain’t really that though

What you feel you gonna do, go ahead moving, jump my nigga

Rich get fame, we up my nigga ….

They surely know that we winning wit porpuse

Go hit one more time, she dealing and

Aah is day three is gone and ..you know the team

Hold it just know that I’m getting you up

For forty eight on that skill, thirty four for that thang

One thousand grans for that skill

Thirty four for that thang

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder

Young dogs, rich fam, be as they dog voice

Pounds and powder

Pounds and powder