[Intro]
I started selling these P's, couldn't get used to the workin'
No cap or facades in none of these verses
(Ayy, Finchie, we see you)
[Chorus]
I started selling these P's, couldn't get used to the workin'
She see I'm in my bag, she want her a Birkin
No cap or facades in none of these verses
Did a show in my opp hood, still wasn't nervous
Had a Drac' in the bookbag, Glock under shirt
I be fresh as a bitch, start sellin' detergent
Can't wait, need it now, this shit here urgent
See an opp on the freeway, drop the window, we mergin'
[Verse 1]
Thick bitch, do hair, she curvy
Big boss, I don't want her, I curved her
Real ice, like cream, shit sherbet
Bitch wanna be my baby like Gerber
All of my opps done got money, shit terrible
He ain't got a hundred, can't compare to me, ayy
I got real shooters on side of me, opps
Know it ain't safe, they gon' slide for me
I got the key to the street like a faculty
Just talked to the plug and he sendin' more packages
Higher than Pluto, gettin' geeked with my savages
Cuban link flooded, this bitch still'll ask for it
Ayy, F&N plastic, no time for no wrestlin'
Run up with the actin', get left like a mannequin
Havin' checks like Nike, still gettin' new balances
He thought I was proud we caught him, everybody started clappin' sticks
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