[Intro: DJ Drama]
Shorty got potential, I could be her sponsor
I met her backstage at a Coke Boy concert
I can tell by her aura, she want Dram' the God, hahaha
[Verse 1: DThang]
Catch us an opp, we see him at the cage
Like, stop it and sell to be him, what it break?
When I get off PT, I don't miss
But I focus on music and how to get rich
Told the haters to get off my shit
Love, well, you all fell in love with my grip
Told the haters to get off my skin
Level you hope, fell in love with my grip
Like, gang, gang, gang, like, gang, gang, gang
Catch a head, then we takin' a trip
She like it that you crazy, you know that you lit
And for one, better stay with a stick
'Cause they know how I am when I [?] shit
And I'm gettin' paid for the walkthrough
If I spot 'em, I shot 'em, you know that I saw you
Nigga, it's up, better watch who you talk to
Like, baby girl, I'm a doctor, you know I ain't for you
We tote knockers on knockers on knockers
At the block, don't hate, that's his father
Our thots, when they block, finna stop it
Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it
Our thots, when they block, finna stop it
Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it (Gangsta)
They know you the one that be stylin'
Send shots, fell in love with the violence
So I see all my opps want attention
But I fall, I bust all that shit down and listen
We just gon' sign like "Kay, keep drinkin'"
Don't stop 'til the whole clan missin'
And since I was thirteen, my fingers was itchin'
Tried to sort out, but they really bitches
And I got highways, I go trippin'
If I fuck her double, then she start reminscin'
And the opps better do what they said
Can not lack, I keep one in the head
Like, remember times I ain't have no bed
Now I got that bag and I'm flyin' the rag (Gangsta Grillz)
Shorty got potential, I could be her sponsor
I met her backstage at a Coke Boy concert
I can tell by her aura, she want Dram' the God, hahaha
[Verse 1: DThang]
Catch us an opp, we see him at the cage
Like, stop it and sell to be him, what it break?
When I get off PT, I don't miss
But I focus on music and how to get rich
Told the haters to get off my shit
Love, well, you all fell in love with my grip
Told the haters to get off my skin
Level you hope, fell in love with my grip
Like, gang, gang, gang, like, gang, gang, gang
Catch a head, then we takin' a trip
She like it that you crazy, you know that you lit
And for one, better stay with a stick
'Cause they know how I am when I [?] shit
And I'm gettin' paid for the walkthrough
If I spot 'em, I shot 'em, you know that I saw you
Nigga, it's up, better watch who you talk to
Like, baby girl, I'm a doctor, you know I ain't for you
We tote knockers on knockers on knockers
At the block, don't hate, that's his father
Our thots, when they block, finna stop it
Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it
Our thots, when they block, finna stop it
Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it (Gangsta)
They know you the one that be stylin'
Send shots, fell in love with the violence
So I see all my opps want attention
But I fall, I bust all that shit down and listen
We just gon' sign like "Kay, keep drinkin'"
Don't stop 'til the whole clan missin'
And since I was thirteen, my fingers was itchin'
Tried to sort out, but they really bitches
And I got highways, I go trippin'
If I fuck her double, then she start reminscin'
And the opps better do what they said
Can not lack, I keep one in the head
Like, remember times I ain't have no bed
Now I got that bag and I'm flyin' the rag (Gangsta Grillz)
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