[Intro:]
Ayy ayy
Gang!
No Hooks part two, bitch you know I'm rockin', nigga
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch
Out west 290 shit, YSN young street nigga
Gang gang gang
[Verse:]
Tell that bitch where my scale at
Bitch i talk that cocaine shit cause i sell that
Try and rob me and you make sure you gon fail that
Hit you with this chopper clamp yo ass like a bear trap
Hold on we gon rob you for your pounds we need that
How yo plug calling crying talking bout get my weed back
How yo bitch calling crying talking bout get my weave back
I fuck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that
If you want beef pick a spot we could meet at
Like a perm put this hot heat where yo head at
In your house where you sleeping? Where yo bed at?
You wanna bet he can fuck with me? Where your bread at?
Dope runna bitch i drop off packs like i'm fedex
I caressed her throat, ya yo bitch gave me head sex
Catch you out in traffic aim this heat at yo head rest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil chest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil vest
The ambulance come ima leave they ass a big mess
I hit the mall and i fuck it up bitch i'm too fresh
I can't show no love to these hoes cause they suspect
Ridin' round looking for some opps we could bust at
He said that's his bitch i didn't know i been fucked that
I send her on her way transportation she get bus pass
I got a new Glock, new opp, new mac
Are you a cool guy? Put some hot bullets in yo cool ass
Runnin' out of hiding spots imma need a new stash, aye
You could find me where the freaks at
You could find me in that trap selling blue bags
You could always find me where the streets at
You say you want beef we gon make him eat that
You know imma dog on a bitch where yo leash at?
In Miami ridin' ferrari you could find me where the heats at
When it's war time you get toe tagged , homicide
Streets got me traumatized , doors up , Butterflys
Boy you ain't no mothafuckin killa (mothafuckin killa)
Boy you ain't no mothafuckin hitta (you a bitch)
I remember selling [?] to the dope feens now they yelling i'm that nigga
You get banana clips if you think you a gorilla
Hit yo block then we play monkey in the middle
Ayy ayy
Gang!
No Hooks part two, bitch you know I'm rockin', nigga
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch
Out west 290 shit, YSN young street nigga
Gang gang gang
[Verse:]
Tell that bitch where my scale at
Bitch i talk that cocaine shit cause i sell that
Try and rob me and you make sure you gon fail that
Hit you with this chopper clamp yo ass like a bear trap
Hold on we gon rob you for your pounds we need that
How yo plug calling crying talking bout get my weed back
How yo bitch calling crying talking bout get my weave back
I fuck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that
If you want beef pick a spot we could meet at
Like a perm put this hot heat where yo head at
In your house where you sleeping? Where yo bed at?
You wanna bet he can fuck with me? Where your bread at?
Dope runna bitch i drop off packs like i'm fedex
I caressed her throat, ya yo bitch gave me head sex
Catch you out in traffic aim this heat at yo head rest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil chest
223 big bullet holes in yo lil vest
The ambulance come ima leave they ass a big mess
I hit the mall and i fuck it up bitch i'm too fresh
I can't show no love to these hoes cause they suspect
Ridin' round looking for some opps we could bust at
He said that's his bitch i didn't know i been fucked that
I send her on her way transportation she get bus pass
I got a new Glock, new opp, new mac
Are you a cool guy? Put some hot bullets in yo cool ass
Runnin' out of hiding spots imma need a new stash, aye
You could find me where the freaks at
You could find me in that trap selling blue bags
You could always find me where the streets at
You say you want beef we gon make him eat that
You know imma dog on a bitch where yo leash at?
In Miami ridin' ferrari you could find me where the heats at
When it's war time you get toe tagged , homicide
Streets got me traumatized , doors up , Butterflys
Boy you ain't no mothafuckin killa (mothafuckin killa)
Boy you ain't no mothafuckin hitta (you a bitch)
I remember selling [?] to the dope feens now they yelling i'm that nigga
You get banana clips if you think you a gorilla
Hit yo block then we play monkey in the middle
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