Aggy Chavo

[Intro]
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus]
You know these hoes be at me
You know these hoes be aggy
I be rollin' up weed by my lonely
But I'll give you some weed, you could match me
Don't run off with swag from me, no
The last bitch had the audacity
I love when you dress it up, steppin' out
Lookin' just like a masterpiece
You belong in a mausoleum
Hit the [?]
Blow a few racks with me (uh-huh, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
The niggas with me
Yeah, that's my faculty
They shootin' with accuracy
Don't worry 'bout them
Just blow a few racks with me

[Verse 1]
We shoppin' at [?]
Catchin' flights, land at the palm trees (huh)
Smokin' up bomb weed
Comme des Garcons, and it's long-sleeve
Yeah, she know that her hair hang
Betsey Johnson dresses, so it's [?]
Fendi for days, let it marinate
You can go ahead, eat the cake, Anna Mae
She know that my bread long
Blow it all 'fore the feds come (huh)
I thought that you said somethin'
Fuck nigga, know it's redrum
I'm always keepin' it with me
How could I put it so simply
I know these niggas, they envy
SRT, this ain't no Hemi
Roll up the gas, yeah
You know we got plenty (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came out the trenches, but you can't smell it or tell it
'Cause nigga I made it
I'm fuckin' this cash up
My mama tell me slow down, and just pace it
I'm glad I wasn't in that trap house
When they kicked the door down, and they raided
My bitch is the baddest
Yo' hoe is just basic