[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Choppa with a side-kick, shoot like Harden
Bullets so big trying to make a car flip
Every time I hit, trying to make her forfeit
She wanna french kiss, cause I'm riding foreigns
[Verse 1: OHGEESY]
Sellin' bags til I get a bag
You wouldn't understand
Get a brick, bring it down to grams
And flip it with my mans
I just copped a thizzle xans
I done sold it to my fans
In the trap im baggin up the cocaine
Way in sand
Molly, Wocky, Quali, Prolly
In the crib with a bitch shaking ass like its Folley's
All you niggas is pretend
Me n' my niggas get it in
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin
Hella wave, we the wave
These my brothers, not my friends
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin
Choppa with a side-kick, shoot like Harden
Bullets so big trying to make a car flip
Every time I hit, trying to make her forfeit
She wanna french kiss, cause I'm riding foreigns
[Verse 1: OHGEESY]
Sellin' bags til I get a bag
You wouldn't understand
Get a brick, bring it down to grams
And flip it with my mans
I just copped a thizzle xans
I done sold it to my fans
In the trap im baggin up the cocaine
Way in sand
Molly, Wocky, Quali, Prolly
In the crib with a bitch shaking ass like its Folley's
All you niggas is pretend
Me n' my niggas get it in
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin
Hella wave, we the wave
These my brothers, not my friends
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!