[Verse]
Don't gotta' tell em' be honest
I hold this stick out, now he runnin'
[?] like a fuckin' dungeon
Play with the gang, nigga we put that boy under
If he tell, I ain't surprised, man I'm under
Look at her dad like "Where your daughter?"
Bitch shut the fuck up but I'm never respondin'
Fuck being famous, I'm him though
We put 30% to his window
I got money but just for my kinfolk
If you turn the bitch up I'ma send though
I got nothin' but love for these slim hoes
And I just left the bed you can tell how I'm doin' my dance
The glick in my pocket, she put on my pants
Sippin' this soda, this shit got me
If I spill some more lean this shit got me pissed
Niggas stealin' every swag, don't want him [?]
Two dog in the seven like I'm Vick
One plus more, nigga on occasion
Glock on me now for a situation
Don't even know what the fuck you was talkin' bout'
I got everything, the hell is you talkin' about?
I got a drop on the play, I know what they talkin' bout'
At your bitch house and I might take my socks off
Mexican shooter with me so you know he get knocked out
He got a beam on the gun, take his top off
Thought we was friends, do him like [?]
I got a stick to my manager
He said he sticked up but he pansy
Don't know if nobody can handle it
Shut the fuck up, you be ramblin'
I got a hunnid' for anybody in here that can tell me about a nigga damage
I'ma pull-up and go handle him
He ain; 't even know that I flow like this
The bitch, no you can't handle it
Set this shit up, I'ma manage it
Don't know opp talk, he be ramblin'
He don't do shit, he a manikin
Set up the spot for everybody dancin'
You can't even come to the spot with no medal
I hit this bitch up whenever I got feelin'
Rich hoe get in my bag
I keep blueprint like a planner
Don't gotta' tell em' be honest
I hold this stick out, now he runnin'
[?] like a fuckin' dungeon
Play with the gang, nigga we put that boy under
If he tell, I ain't surprised, man I'm under
Look at her dad like "Where your daughter?"
Bitch shut the fuck up but I'm never respondin'
Fuck being famous, I'm him though
We put 30% to his window
I got money but just for my kinfolk
If you turn the bitch up I'ma send though
I got nothin' but love for these slim hoes
And I just left the bed you can tell how I'm doin' my dance
The glick in my pocket, she put on my pants
Sippin' this soda, this shit got me
If I spill some more lean this shit got me pissed
Niggas stealin' every swag, don't want him [?]
Two dog in the seven like I'm Vick
One plus more, nigga on occasion
Glock on me now for a situation
Don't even know what the fuck you was talkin' bout'
I got everything, the hell is you talkin' about?
I got a drop on the play, I know what they talkin' bout'
At your bitch house and I might take my socks off
Mexican shooter with me so you know he get knocked out
He got a beam on the gun, take his top off
Thought we was friends, do him like [?]
I got a stick to my manager
He said he sticked up but he pansy
Don't know if nobody can handle it
Shut the fuck up, you be ramblin'
I got a hunnid' for anybody in here that can tell me about a nigga damage
I'ma pull-up and go handle him
He ain; 't even know that I flow like this
The bitch, no you can't handle it
Set this shit up, I'ma manage it
Don't know opp talk, he be ramblin'
He don't do shit, he a manikin
Set up the spot for everybody dancin'
You can't even come to the spot with no medal
I hit this bitch up whenever I got feelin'
Rich hoe get in my bag
I keep blueprint like a planner
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