[Intro: DC2Trill, BruceDropEmOff]
Can I do something different with y'all tonight?
Can we end off on this one right here?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
[Verse 1]
My bitch called in Colorado in the winter
Lil Moe really B.R.A, he an affiliate
Kick the bitch out the Caddy, I caught her fidgeting
Don't bring him on the lick, he a possible witness
He tried the creep like Left Eye and he got left out
I got a cig' in my hand, like I'm stressed out
We aiming for your head
Why you bring the vest out?
I'm somewhere on a island with my chеst out
Lil Moe, "The Big Guap Spendеr", AKA "Bob Builder"
I used to wake up, say a prayer, and go rob niggas
He think he tough now, he a Hot Nigga
He no longer at the house, he at the hospital
Crete Boys, switchin' cars daily, man this shit crazy
Raymond's baby momma at the crib, that ain't my little baby
Tampa drank, gave me temper tantrum, might shoot up the place
Light skin, thick, with some dimples
She look like [?] Baby
Glock 40 break through thug bones, here at the crossroads
End up smashin' in the Gallardo, met her at [?]
Drake rented out the strip, I still snuck in my pole
I'm turnin' up all December, fuckin' hella hoes
Soon as she see the tip, the bitch gon' touch her toes
Let me check the pints out, okay we buying those
You switched the 41 for some cookies, I up the burner
Hop on a beat from Earl and watch the Crete earn up
Mash twenty blunts by myself, nigga I don't wanna burn one
Hop clean as hell, drop in a car, I'm finna turn one
I'll only hit you when I'm low, right now I'm high
2K for a 16, some peace that you can buy
Keep the glizzy on my side, just like some fries
This shit was too sweet, we split the pies
Can I do something different with y'all tonight?
Can we end off on this one right here?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
[Verse 1]
My bitch called in Colorado in the winter
Lil Moe really B.R.A, he an affiliate
Kick the bitch out the Caddy, I caught her fidgeting
Don't bring him on the lick, he a possible witness
He tried the creep like Left Eye and he got left out
I got a cig' in my hand, like I'm stressed out
We aiming for your head
Why you bring the vest out?
I'm somewhere on a island with my chеst out
Lil Moe, "The Big Guap Spendеr", AKA "Bob Builder"
I used to wake up, say a prayer, and go rob niggas
He think he tough now, he a Hot Nigga
He no longer at the house, he at the hospital
Crete Boys, switchin' cars daily, man this shit crazy
Raymond's baby momma at the crib, that ain't my little baby
Tampa drank, gave me temper tantrum, might shoot up the place
Light skin, thick, with some dimples
She look like [?] Baby
Glock 40 break through thug bones, here at the crossroads
End up smashin' in the Gallardo, met her at [?]
Drake rented out the strip, I still snuck in my pole
I'm turnin' up all December, fuckin' hella hoes
Soon as she see the tip, the bitch gon' touch her toes
Let me check the pints out, okay we buying those
You switched the 41 for some cookies, I up the burner
Hop on a beat from Earl and watch the Crete earn up
Mash twenty blunts by myself, nigga I don't wanna burn one
Hop clean as hell, drop in a car, I'm finna turn one
I'll only hit you when I'm low, right now I'm high
2K for a 16, some peace that you can buy
Keep the glizzy on my side, just like some fries
This shit was too sweet, we split the pies
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