[Intro]
Nigga you got me fucked up
Out here fuckin' with these weak ass hoes like you don't know where home is nigga
Answer your damn phone
Keep fuckin' playin' with me, that's why I got the homies lookin' for your ass
[Verse 1: AFN Peso]
Lookin' for me? Check these streets
Smokin' like chiefs, sippin' lean like this shit free
Poured a six in a deuce, I was gone after the three
(RONRON do that shit)
I don't sip green, bitch please, that shit cheap
Straight dough hunting, yeah, it won't stop
I never had shit and now they hate on what I got
Focused on my knots, play with that, I grab the Glock
Tell that bitch to knock, nobody home, we raid the spot
Straight dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
Same niggas ran up on you at your job
Nigga you ain't pimpin', your baby mama a hoe bitch
She like how I spend big bands, be gettin' blowed quick
Boss shit, yeah, that's just the goon though
Chop suey totin', it split niggas like field goals
Case closed, weird ass niggas don't get no pesos
Touch this gold, send shooters for what they paid for
Headshot, closed curtain, these niggas G5
P-R-P's, nigga please, got pimp Levis
Balmain jeans, me and Deez spent like sixteen
Big ass thirties, only gave the nigga like sixteen
Marley and Anoka, trippin', tryna blam that
Poured off the Hi-Tech, bitch where my Act at?
MCM bag fully loaded, where the strap at?
If she ain't got no dope tell that stupid hoe to back back
Goonies, yeah, you know the gang
Same niggas ran up on you for that chain
Don't play tough, get bucked and get banged
Niggas know what I claim, we dough hunting for cake
Nigga you got me fucked up
Out here fuckin' with these weak ass hoes like you don't know where home is nigga
Answer your damn phone
Keep fuckin' playin' with me, that's why I got the homies lookin' for your ass
[Verse 1: AFN Peso]
Lookin' for me? Check these streets
Smokin' like chiefs, sippin' lean like this shit free
Poured a six in a deuce, I was gone after the three
(RONRON do that shit)
I don't sip green, bitch please, that shit cheap
Straight dough hunting, yeah, it won't stop
I never had shit and now they hate on what I got
Focused on my knots, play with that, I grab the Glock
Tell that bitch to knock, nobody home, we raid the spot
Straight dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
Same niggas ran up on you at your job
Nigga you ain't pimpin', your baby mama a hoe bitch
She like how I spend big bands, be gettin' blowed quick
Boss shit, yeah, that's just the goon though
Chop suey totin', it split niggas like field goals
Case closed, weird ass niggas don't get no pesos
Touch this gold, send shooters for what they paid for
Headshot, closed curtain, these niggas G5
P-R-P's, nigga please, got pimp Levis
Balmain jeans, me and Deez spent like sixteen
Big ass thirties, only gave the nigga like sixteen
Marley and Anoka, trippin', tryna blam that
Poured off the Hi-Tech, bitch where my Act at?
MCM bag fully loaded, where the strap at?
If she ain't got no dope tell that stupid hoe to back back
Goonies, yeah, you know the gang
Same niggas ran up on you for that chain
Don't play tough, get bucked and get banged
Niggas know what I claim, we dough hunting for cake
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