Skrt, outwest shit, 290 shit nigga you know how we rocking nigga, straight gang shit, get yo guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp shit get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay
You playing with that merch, you fuck around get robbed
My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard
Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny
These bitches i got plenty, i already fucked too many
Baby, im a dope dealer, just let me know how many, im a young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city
Chopper beat a nigga up, they'll catch a uppercut, baby eat a nigga up, she catch a nigga nut, she says she want a date, i wanna fuck her face
First i look you up, then i find your place
The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her, old school chevy, big box motor
Lud foe take your bitch, he just my report, he say he don't fuck with me and i don't even know him
Bailed out that van, michael [?] bullets throwing
You might get fanned hit yo' mans when we blow
I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel, and imma show these mother fuckers how to do it trill
We riding with them steels, rolling up em' pills
Imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill
Fuck the cops, get put in a box, you fuck with the opps, selling rocks, pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks, squeezing triggers, only lord knows, i did that alot
Fucking thots, all these hoes going, can't tell me they not
Balmains filled with 50 g's, bitch this shit cost, dripping sauce, im big gucci boss, bitch im rick ross, hit the club, turn it up, bitch we broke the knob off, young nigga i got mob ties, imma mob boss
Vicelord, gd's, bd's at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd's dont get wack now
Foenem pull up where we squeeze, imma smash out
Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out
Robbed the plug, finnessed the drugs, then i ran out
Hit the block, so [?] and guns, issa pass out
Imma KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they ass out
Poppin' pills sweating like a feen, i might pass out
I can't wife a bitch i just sell the drinks, and i smash out
[?] fam you laying on your chest with your back out
Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon crap out
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house, GANG
You playing with that merch, you fuck around get robbed
My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard
Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny
These bitches i got plenty, i already fucked too many
Baby, im a dope dealer, just let me know how many, im a young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city
Chopper beat a nigga up, they'll catch a uppercut, baby eat a nigga up, she catch a nigga nut, she says she want a date, i wanna fuck her face
First i look you up, then i find your place
The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her, old school chevy, big box motor
Lud foe take your bitch, he just my report, he say he don't fuck with me and i don't even know him
Bailed out that van, michael [?] bullets throwing
You might get fanned hit yo' mans when we blow
I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel, and imma show these mother fuckers how to do it trill
We riding with them steels, rolling up em' pills
Imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill
Fuck the cops, get put in a box, you fuck with the opps, selling rocks, pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks, squeezing triggers, only lord knows, i did that alot
Fucking thots, all these hoes going, can't tell me they not
Balmains filled with 50 g's, bitch this shit cost, dripping sauce, im big gucci boss, bitch im rick ross, hit the club, turn it up, bitch we broke the knob off, young nigga i got mob ties, imma mob boss
Vicelord, gd's, bd's at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd's dont get wack now
Foenem pull up where we squeeze, imma smash out
Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out
Robbed the plug, finnessed the drugs, then i ran out
Hit the block, so [?] and guns, issa pass out
Imma KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they ass out
Poppin' pills sweating like a feen, i might pass out
I can't wife a bitch i just sell the drinks, and i smash out
[?] fam you laying on your chest with your back out
Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon crap out
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house, GANG
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