[Pesos]
I dont got no time for these broke n*ggas
300 thousand that's the price n we gon go get em
Throw em in that duffle who was those n*ggas
It get hot in hell's kitchen we got heaters on em
White sheets up on em gang deep we all creepin on em
He's a store runner and still caught a whole hunnid
I'm getting anxious wet em up we finna baptize em
His shirt they can't find it addicted to the street violence
This ain't street fighter made him box these three minors
Like come and show me what you want cause you ain't bout nothing
He got his baby momma chipped that's for clout chasin
Now take that shit off you know that shit is out dated
Yo bitch is my favorite Stinc team is most hated
Like here's a cliff hanger leave him in a dark basement
I got no manners riding round with two whammers
Gang n em be hoppin out them trucks we be flu fammin
I crack heads and bust shells we don't crack cars
Give him nine to his back I think he [?]
We know the truth he been a bitch please don't act hard
Chop sticks in the back that's from Kim [?]
He thought he seen the grim reaper in that black Don
Like if I shoot this n*gga up would I be dead wrong?
Cause if I see some jewelry Imma act on it
We got guns in here bitch so just act normal
Most these n*ggas droppin dimes they can't act loyal
Fuck that n*gga and his kids put the smack on em
I got a fat forty hit em like he stole from us
Dough knockin for a safe with a black hoodie
I need the fee up out the bitch I don't need groupies
It's a fully on this chop and we shoot bullies
I stripped the pints off the plug I ain't pay nothin
It's hood day spin the block you hear the k bussin
And for the mean muggers n*ggas don't want no smoke with me
Load the clips make em flip I think my chrome dizzy
The way my nina fucked the crowd she is so pretty
Ian step nowhere I can't bring guns with me
I dont got no time for these broke n*ggas
300 thousand that's the price n we gon go get em
Throw em in that duffle who was those n*ggas
It get hot in hell's kitchen we got heaters on em
White sheets up on em gang deep we all creepin on em
He's a store runner and still caught a whole hunnid
I'm getting anxious wet em up we finna baptize em
His shirt they can't find it addicted to the street violence
This ain't street fighter made him box these three minors
Like come and show me what you want cause you ain't bout nothing
He got his baby momma chipped that's for clout chasin
Now take that shit off you know that shit is out dated
Yo bitch is my favorite Stinc team is most hated
Like here's a cliff hanger leave him in a dark basement
I got no manners riding round with two whammers
Gang n em be hoppin out them trucks we be flu fammin
I crack heads and bust shells we don't crack cars
Give him nine to his back I think he [?]
We know the truth he been a bitch please don't act hard
Chop sticks in the back that's from Kim [?]
He thought he seen the grim reaper in that black Don
Like if I shoot this n*gga up would I be dead wrong?
Cause if I see some jewelry Imma act on it
We got guns in here bitch so just act normal
Most these n*ggas droppin dimes they can't act loyal
Fuck that n*gga and his kids put the smack on em
I got a fat forty hit em like he stole from us
Dough knockin for a safe with a black hoodie
I need the fee up out the bitch I don't need groupies
It's a fully on this chop and we shoot bullies
I stripped the pints off the plug I ain't pay nothin
It's hood day spin the block you hear the k bussin
And for the mean muggers n*ggas don't want no smoke with me
Load the clips make em flip I think my chrome dizzy
The way my nina fucked the crowd she is so pretty
Ian step nowhere I can't bring guns with me
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