Convertible Yeat (Ft. OODareDevil)

[Intro: OODareDevil]
Clibbo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, this the end

[Chorus: OODareDevil]
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Cash in my pocket, it's glued to me (Uh)
Look at at my pocket, no [?] (Uh)
These niggas rap more than [?] (Uh)
Spin on his block like it's fun to me (Ooh)
Black bitch, fatter than snow bunny (Ooh)
Fast car, whip lash, Maserati (Uh)
Fuck, I just bought my lil' bitch a new body
Beat out the pack, Whitney Bobby
Fuck it, I might drop them racks on a Masi'
Pull up on a bitch, sloppy toppy
Fuckin' on niggas hoes, that ain't nun' new to me
Beat up the block, eat it up like it's food to me
All of you niggas serpents, stay away from me
I been thuggin' too long, fuckin' caught me a felony
Shoot up his block, ain't no cryin', no sympathy
Choppa gon' sing, violin, ain't no symphony
I'ma send bullets back if you tryna beef with me
Look at the lick, fuck, God meant good to mе
Bitch after bitch and they tryna get rid of mе
Most of these niggas, they owe me like 50B
If a nigga owe, I let off a 50 G's
AK with a drum, I knock off his shoulder
To a hundred, huh? Bitch, ain't no foldin' me
Havin' that grass for the low, ain't no clover leaf
Four of the Wock, I ain't sippin' no Hennessy
Ain't noone spin on this block, are you kiddin' me?
Gave her a dose of that dick, shit a dopamine
Beat up that pussy, don't want you, lil' petty bitch
Cash in my pockets, got big racks, fat as shit
UPS [?], we don't FedEx shit, go (Go, let's go)