[Verse 1: Kemo]
Ugh I'm screaming pussy check the background
This ain't wrestling I still lay the smack down
So fuck shank beef I bring the strap round
Busy on the Lizzie I seen more than a red band
There's always broke niggas saying they wanna dead man
And start snitching when them boy see the fed van
You're not on it still following them man
Better hit the floor when you pussies see my leng man
One G don't need no ten man
And it's certified he's gonna let seven bang
That's six in your body one in your melon
Chilling with my niggas counting money, smoking lemon
Ugh I'm from the Eastside
With a bad B I call hun 'cah she fly
She's a ride or die pass the ting let me deep fry
Let the heat fly leave you on the street side
Ready getting money with my niggas fuck a cheap boy
Where I'm from if you get caught it's peak boy
Twenty-five eight no sleep boy
My Roleys submariner life deep boy
Can't slip when you're living in the sea boy
Only time I go to the bottom is to the weed boy
Sunday in a trap house cutting shapes no aquarium
Bitches on my Rolex why'd you think I'm wearing it
Ugh tell that pussy keep staring then
Big four-fizzy you'll be staring then
Cock it back and blaow where he went
All my niggas on some scary ting
Ugh
So they know this
Chilling on the blocks on my own tip
Ugh I'm screaming pussy check the background
This ain't wrestling I still lay the smack down
So fuck shank beef I bring the strap round
Busy on the Lizzie I seen more than a red band
There's always broke niggas saying they wanna dead man
And start snitching when them boy see the fed van
You're not on it still following them man
Better hit the floor when you pussies see my leng man
One G don't need no ten man
And it's certified he's gonna let seven bang
That's six in your body one in your melon
Chilling with my niggas counting money, smoking lemon
Ugh I'm from the Eastside
With a bad B I call hun 'cah she fly
She's a ride or die pass the ting let me deep fry
Let the heat fly leave you on the street side
Ready getting money with my niggas fuck a cheap boy
Where I'm from if you get caught it's peak boy
Twenty-five eight no sleep boy
My Roleys submariner life deep boy
Can't slip when you're living in the sea boy
Only time I go to the bottom is to the weed boy
Sunday in a trap house cutting shapes no aquarium
Bitches on my Rolex why'd you think I'm wearing it
Ugh tell that pussy keep staring then
Big four-fizzy you'll be staring then
Cock it back and blaow where he went
All my niggas on some scary ting
Ugh
So they know this
Chilling on the blocks on my own tip
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