[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Fifteen, all blues, I spent that on my coat
Finna grab a chunky-ass Cuban, I don't fuck with ropes
I ain't stingy with my bitches, I put 'em the floor
The windows don't roll down on this whip, I'm shootin' out the door
Five for a show, I ain't comin' if it ain't for sure
Dress the chop up, but I promise this bitch ain't for show
Smack my nigga in his head, he tried to wife a ho
Know you ain't sick, check your temp, 'cause we'll wipe your nose
Bitch, yeah, we really on that
Stop bein' fake on tip if you ain't really on that
If I break up with my bitch, then I'm addin' all the hoes back
If I stop this rap shit, then I'm back up in that one bag
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Bro got Glock on him, he ready to shoot shit like 4Sho Mag
On IG, just post my new bitch, got my hoes mad
Seen a nigga on YouTube soundin' like me, that's my old bag
I been trappin' for so long, bitch, I'm still countin' old cash
Put a ten ball on a nigga head, get him toe-tagged
Nigga cap so much in his raps, he got a gold hat
My brother said a nigga touch Gramz, he givin' soul taps
I just texted this headhunter bitch, "I want my soul back"
Spent some bands in OSS, I gotta go back
I know he broke, he out here askin' where the hoes at
I just touched down in LA, where the 'bows at?
I wore this shit once and I can't find it, where my clothes at?
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Fifteen, all blues, I spent that on my coat
Finna grab a chunky-ass Cuban, I don't fuck with ropes
I ain't stingy with my bitches, I put 'em the floor
The windows don't roll down on this whip, I'm shootin' out the door
Five for a show, I ain't comin' if it ain't for sure
Dress the chop up, but I promise this bitch ain't for show
Smack my nigga in his head, he tried to wife a ho
Know you ain't sick, check your temp, 'cause we'll wipe your nose
Bitch, yeah, we really on that
Stop bein' fake on tip if you ain't really on that
If I break up with my bitch, then I'm addin' all the hoes back
If I stop this rap shit, then I'm back up in that one bag
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Bro got Glock on him, he ready to shoot shit like 4Sho Mag
On IG, just post my new bitch, got my hoes mad
Seen a nigga on YouTube soundin' like me, that's my old bag
I been trappin' for so long, bitch, I'm still countin' old cash
Put a ten ball on a nigga head, get him toe-tagged
Nigga cap so much in his raps, he got a gold hat
My brother said a nigga touch Gramz, he givin' soul taps
I just texted this headhunter bitch, "I want my soul back"
Spent some bands in OSS, I gotta go back
I know he broke, he out here askin' where the hoes at
I just touched down in LA, where the 'bows at?
I wore this shit once and I can't find it, where my clothes at?
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