(Intro)
Worldwide where you at, Aye Europe what it do, Aye shoutout to London man, I love you, Aye Australia I love you, what it do, uh
(Verse 1)
When I pull that Glock out
Niggas definitely gon' shoot
Posted up on the block with the crack and the flu
I got bitches, man the lines on the Tommy
Selling high rind to the point of no molly
And he got that weed
Got that coke, and it's all on the hoes
Bitchmob on deck, 50 bitches, 20 tecs
A hundred bullets, more respect
Imma roll one deep and I know I won't snitch
(You know what I'm saying?
I know I won't snitch, you feel me)
My niggas liner, got line on the hamma
Underground Atlanta, selling dope on the cameras
Selling off shoes in the club
Nights with the bitches I ain't denied in the club
Got so many ones that I do what I want
Bitch suck me, the bitches love it
Bitches want to fuck me, I know I'm thuggin'
Never riding 26's I know I'm thuggin'
You know what I'm saying?
I be trapping in the texaco
Feel like a nigga from Mexico
Girls call me papa
51 bitches and I feel like a doctor
Doing my thing
Kiss a couple bitches, and I fuck a couple hoes
Nigga
And it's all from slanging dope
The powder, the white powder
Stay in this mid-pack
Niggas want that 50 round
Imma lay a - down
Ride with the - man
Sell with the brick man
You know what I'm saying?
I must be strapped
I got bitches and numbers, got fanny packs
I got cocaine in my fannie pack
When you see me jogging with my fannie pack
Got cocaine in my nana strap
You know what I'm saying
I drop you niggas on yo back
You feel me?
I gotta pay these taxes
Strapped up, you know I stay strapped up with the gat its -
It's my protection, nigga that's my insurance
In case you wanna get it
You know what I'm saying
In case you want to buy a house
A full house, nigga, you're hole out
I might rent you out
Might take ya rent back
And rent ya ho whole house
You know what I'm saying
I'll rent your ho a whole house
That's the type of nigga I am
Nigga get the dough out
You feel me?
Running in numbers, shooting bitches with the strap
Don't come with that, come with that
You know what I'm saying
Pushing his wig back
40 with the 40 give yo ass a new six pack
Selling dope in the Psshhht
That's the real shh, that's the real shh
Nigga that's the real Jack Herer in the back seat
Cops wanna check me
I ain't got nothing, man, these niggas want to see me
I ain't seeing nothing man I'm just like Wayne Gretzky
Skating on ice, dope big as ice
You feel me?
Niggas talking 'bout them lights
Worldwide where you at, Aye Europe what it do, Aye shoutout to London man, I love you, Aye Australia I love you, what it do, uh
(Verse 1)
When I pull that Glock out
Niggas definitely gon' shoot
Posted up on the block with the crack and the flu
I got bitches, man the lines on the Tommy
Selling high rind to the point of no molly
And he got that weed
Got that coke, and it's all on the hoes
Bitchmob on deck, 50 bitches, 20 tecs
A hundred bullets, more respect
Imma roll one deep and I know I won't snitch
(You know what I'm saying?
I know I won't snitch, you feel me)
My niggas liner, got line on the hamma
Underground Atlanta, selling dope on the cameras
Selling off shoes in the club
Nights with the bitches I ain't denied in the club
Got so many ones that I do what I want
Bitch suck me, the bitches love it
Bitches want to fuck me, I know I'm thuggin'
Never riding 26's I know I'm thuggin'
You know what I'm saying?
I be trapping in the texaco
Feel like a nigga from Mexico
Girls call me papa
51 bitches and I feel like a doctor
Doing my thing
Kiss a couple bitches, and I fuck a couple hoes
Nigga
And it's all from slanging dope
The powder, the white powder
Stay in this mid-pack
Niggas want that 50 round
Imma lay a - down
Ride with the - man
Sell with the brick man
You know what I'm saying?
I must be strapped
I got bitches and numbers, got fanny packs
I got cocaine in my fannie pack
When you see me jogging with my fannie pack
Got cocaine in my nana strap
You know what I'm saying
I drop you niggas on yo back
You feel me?
I gotta pay these taxes
Strapped up, you know I stay strapped up with the gat its -
It's my protection, nigga that's my insurance
In case you wanna get it
You know what I'm saying
In case you want to buy a house
A full house, nigga, you're hole out
I might rent you out
Might take ya rent back
And rent ya ho whole house
You know what I'm saying
I'll rent your ho a whole house
That's the type of nigga I am
Nigga get the dough out
You feel me?
Running in numbers, shooting bitches with the strap
Don't come with that, come with that
You know what I'm saying
Pushing his wig back
40 with the 40 give yo ass a new six pack
Selling dope in the Psshhht
That's the real shh, that's the real shh
Nigga that's the real Jack Herer in the back seat
Cops wanna check me
I ain't got nothing, man, these niggas want to see me
I ain't seeing nothing man I'm just like Wayne Gretzky
Skating on ice, dope big as ice
You feel me?
Niggas talking 'bout them lights
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