[Intro]
Salute Me Or Shoot Me Volume 7
[Chorus]
Young nigga hustle for there son and daughter
Don't make me call Waka flocka for them choppas
Any nigga got a problem we got problems
I’m play it cool only when that money calling
That money calling, that money calling
Bricks came in you know we balling
[Verse 1]
Bust open the rapper break it down it fall in shape
Put it in a pot watch how quick that shit cake
61 grams to a whole one ten had to get that shit again caught it on the first spin
Shawty want it tan said he don't want it white
Can't even lie live my life off the white
Coca coca Coca Cola baking soda baking soda
Please grab a box before you pass the store
I’m just tryna get a millions dollars of that yay
Last nigga tried had to pop him in his face
Usually I don't wear my jewelry I had to flood the bezzel
Had to cut you and your partners off your dog was telling
Niggas snitching on my dog
We can't wait to ride on y'all
Whole hundred soldiers in the motherfucking trap wit me
You ain't got no pistol on you dog you in the wrong business
Niggas coming up missing every got damn day
I can't even leave I just fucked a brick of yay
Salute Me Or Shoot Me Volume 7
[Chorus]
Young nigga hustle for there son and daughter
Don't make me call Waka flocka for them choppas
Any nigga got a problem we got problems
I’m play it cool only when that money calling
That money calling, that money calling
Bricks came in you know we balling
[Verse 1]
Bust open the rapper break it down it fall in shape
Put it in a pot watch how quick that shit cake
61 grams to a whole one ten had to get that shit again caught it on the first spin
Shawty want it tan said he don't want it white
Can't even lie live my life off the white
Coca coca Coca Cola baking soda baking soda
Please grab a box before you pass the store
I’m just tryna get a millions dollars of that yay
Last nigga tried had to pop him in his face
Usually I don't wear my jewelry I had to flood the bezzel
Had to cut you and your partners off your dog was telling
Niggas snitching on my dog
We can't wait to ride on y'all
Whole hundred soldiers in the motherfucking trap wit me
You ain't got no pistol on you dog you in the wrong business
Niggas coming up missing every got damn day
I can't even leave I just fucked a brick of yay
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