[Chorus]
She say I'm a keeper, and I get money
Run to them bands like a cheetah
Mamma had talk to me, told me how to treat her
Imma bad cheater, she gave me stripes like Adidas
Niggas think he big tough, poppin' for them people
How they want to pull up, but these niggas ain't seein' us
Hoppin out on feet, yeah we doin nothin' but walk-ups
Sticks when we creep, yeah we push up we gon' chop ya
[Verse 1]
Sticks, sticks, whole lotta sticks (HoodBaby)
Ha, you a spa bitch so we send a real blitz
Cause he ain't thinkin' wit his head, he thinkin' wit his dick
Then once he see them green beams then its over bitch
HaHa Bitch
I don't talk he a rat, wired with a bug
I be geeked out in the club on so many drugs
On and off dead blades, yeah we thrown' dubs
And my mamma like bitches she want the baddest one
Yeah she living' life like her fuckin' son
Nineteen years old I copped the Panamera GTS
[Chorus]
She say I'm a keeper, and I get money
Run to them bands like a cheetah
Mamma had talk to me, told me how to treat her
Imma bad cheater, she gave me stripes like Adidas
Niggas think he big tough, poppin' for them people
How they want to pull up, but these niggas ain't seein' us
Hoppin out on feet, yeah we doin nothin' but walk-ups
Sticks when we creep, yeah we push up we gon' chop ya
She say I'm a keeper, and I get money
Run to them bands like a cheetah
Mamma had talk to me, told me how to treat her
Imma bad cheater, she gave me stripes like Adidas
Niggas think he big tough, poppin' for them people
How they want to pull up, but these niggas ain't seein' us
Hoppin out on feet, yeah we doin nothin' but walk-ups
Sticks when we creep, yeah we push up we gon' chop ya
[Verse 1]
Sticks, sticks, whole lotta sticks (HoodBaby)
Ha, you a spa bitch so we send a real blitz
Cause he ain't thinkin' wit his head, he thinkin' wit his dick
Then once he see them green beams then its over bitch
HaHa Bitch
I don't talk he a rat, wired with a bug
I be geeked out in the club on so many drugs
On and off dead blades, yeah we thrown' dubs
And my mamma like bitches she want the baddest one
Yeah she living' life like her fuckin' son
Nineteen years old I copped the Panamera GTS
[Chorus]
She say I'm a keeper, and I get money
Run to them bands like a cheetah
Mamma had talk to me, told me how to treat her
Imma bad cheater, she gave me stripes like Adidas
Niggas think he big tough, poppin' for them people
How they want to pull up, but these niggas ain't seein' us
Hoppin out on feet, yeah we doin nothin' but walk-ups
Sticks when we creep, yeah we push up we gon' chop ya
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