Collection Izaya Tiji

[Verse]
(Ha, ha)
300, that's a gamble
We gon' convert that man to an angel
And my lil' bitch got straps like a banger
My home-dog got stripes like a bengal
We gon' blow him out like a birthday candle
Too many percs, I can not handle
Yeah her beat, beat like Rambo
He get pew in some sandals
(Too many sticks)
This shit federal
(Too many blicks)
And no labels (OGPLUGG)
Only can walk her in Chanel's
I'm like God, he must be sped
I can run a lil' bag
Put that on his ass
She got a big ol' booty, like, yeah
Suck on my dick like, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Damn, I sold a mag (OGPLUGG)
In a Hellcat, they too up
I donе came in, in France
Yeah
Bands going, I don't undеrstand
Pity-y the fool
And my niggas ruled it
Money gon' talk a lot
Me and my nigga get that (OGPLUGG)
We- we want that bag right now
I don't think he feel me
G2 hit a killstreak
Damn, that nigga killed me