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rich woan - sanctioned pt. 2 lyrics

[chorus]
the drugs that i sold really got to my head
if i see an opp, i bet i’m going to put him to bed
j_money got hit, and they still tryna come on a reg’
bullets connect to his skull, and his body, like it’s a peg

[verse 1]
you ain’t sell sh_t, how you sanctioned?
bad b_tch snort coke, naked, can’t be caught dead smoking them cigs, i can only get caught being famous
kendrick lamar, faded (drizzy)
homicide incidents, face it, could have been caught with a handful of dope, but my mind told me i had to book it
i had some cash, they took it
real g’z keep they money in booklets, i think my gun got problems, the police ask questions like we’rе playing blooket
heroin, fenty, took it, i could havе sold 20 lb, but i booked it
free all my n_ggas that’s locked in the cell, d_row, put em on chairs that’s electric
atlanta baby, i’m like that
brass knuckles, i know they won’t fight back
bad little shorty, she throwing her ass, but i know she won’t do it for drake now
i_i_i really know her, she a t.g, like future carolla
cough syrup poured in my soda (wocky), his body green like baby yoda
stare down a p.o’s uniform, and tell him i hate drywall (yeah)
bending blocks on every corner, huh
i wish a n_gga would make calls, drop a 50 thousand dollar bounty on a n_gga head
pay me before tomorrow (grra)

[verse 2]
see your sorrow, the one that doesn’t borrow
pull to atlanta, bumping kendrick (uh, yeah)
2 dollars to go and cop some grabba, 25 o’s cannot hold what i’m sowing
grim reaper, the one that smoke the dead ones, bullets get launched out the cartridge, get your head done
cop versace, the bullet_proof gatti’
swerving in ferraris, can a lady get a horse_ride?
can you stand on business? the underground sellers, the one that put the guns down when i’m breaking her back up
uh, big baller, the one that f_ck your daughter
my homeboy in the locker, pay a visit, like a doctor
snuck powder in the jail, just to sell my mans, 15s and 16s, those the ages he be f_ckin’ on
hide contraband, the cops don’t wanna get involved
stab him up then say it’s a prank, and that’s the problem solved
forty oz only sold for like two, when i was on, cash records, who you signin’? i bet i’m the one
i smoke that za’, start seeing colors, i’m a leprechaun
bad bitties dancing on the stage, b_tch, keep the music on
two glocks, two opps, n_gga better run
safe to say that n_ggas don’t put up the sh_t they done, and d_row can put em’ on d_row if he really want
i locked the story, yeah it’s sad, cuz the story’s gone (yeuh)
[chorus]
the drugs that i sold really got to my head
if i see an opp, i bet i’m going to put him to bed
j_money got hit, and they still tryna come on a reg’
bullets connect to his skull, and his body, like it’s a peg

[outro]
let’s get it in
rra

- rich woan lyrics

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