[Intro]
Uh, off this ecstasy
We gon' press up close, we ain't gon' let em breathe
Triple cross, no Triple H, I got the pedigree, uh
[Chorus]
Make the chrome heart, match my letter 'B'
We convert him to a drop top, now he catch a breeze, uh
Bitch I'm way too hot, this ain't no Fed degrees
We was thugging on that block and catching felonies
No this shit won't stop, we handle death with ease, uh
Foenem' glizzy poppin' off these melodies, uh
If you catch a opp', lil' boy you better squeeze
And I got this shit on lock, thеy lost their set of keys
[Verse]
Pop his top likе a sprite, we gon opp' shop tonight
Let some shots from my pipe, run my block with my life
Catch a opp' its on sight, up my Glock, we don't fight
One up top when I strike, make em' walk to the light
Know a bitch that I ain't stuntin', tryna' be my Billie Jean
And I really come from nothin', hunnid fifties in my jeans
Run this money up I'm stuntin', count a fifty in my dreams
I can't kick it, I ain't punting, but I'm winning with my team, uh
[Chorus]
Make the chrome heart, match my letter 'B'
We convert him to a drop top, now he catch a breeze, uh
Bitch I'm way too hot, this ain't no Fed degrees
We was thugging on that block and catching felonies
No this shit won't stop, we handle death with ease, uh
Foenem' glizzy poppin' off these melodies, uh
If you catch a opp', lil' boy you better squeeze
And I got this shit on lock, they lost their set of keys
Uh, off this ecstasy
We gon' press up close, we ain't gon' let em breathe
Triple cross, no Triple H, I got the pedigree, uh
[Chorus]
Make the chrome heart, match my letter 'B'
We convert him to a drop top, now he catch a breeze, uh
Bitch I'm way too hot, this ain't no Fed degrees
We was thugging on that block and catching felonies
No this shit won't stop, we handle death with ease, uh
Foenem' glizzy poppin' off these melodies, uh
If you catch a opp', lil' boy you better squeeze
And I got this shit on lock, thеy lost their set of keys
[Verse]
Pop his top likе a sprite, we gon opp' shop tonight
Let some shots from my pipe, run my block with my life
Catch a opp' its on sight, up my Glock, we don't fight
One up top when I strike, make em' walk to the light
Know a bitch that I ain't stuntin', tryna' be my Billie Jean
And I really come from nothin', hunnid fifties in my jeans
Run this money up I'm stuntin', count a fifty in my dreams
I can't kick it, I ain't punting, but I'm winning with my team, uh
[Chorus]
Make the chrome heart, match my letter 'B'
We convert him to a drop top, now he catch a breeze, uh
Bitch I'm way too hot, this ain't no Fed degrees
We was thugging on that block and catching felonies
No this shit won't stop, we handle death with ease, uh
Foenem' glizzy poppin' off these melodies, uh
If you catch a opp', lil' boy you better squeeze
And I got this shit on lock, they lost their set of keys
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