Lyrics

First off, this beat bang Ask around, I'm the motherfucking man I'm about to drop ten racks on a chain And find a pretty bitch that I can dip with in the Range I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good) I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good Aye aye, I'm so straight the cops so crooked Clique full of soliders like No Limit YG, what you doing? Bitch gimme four minutes All in a nigga grill like four dentists Riding round solo got the money in the choke-hold Whole head tattooed like a fucking Cholo Never hate the next man nigga that's a no no Got ya girl bouncing on my dick like a low low Mustard on the beat, mustard get a fucking check I got bitches, take bitches nigga wanna bet? Ice on my neck got ice in my ears Hit the club niggas looking at me hella weird It's YG 400, bitch, get it right You at the club every weekend? Bitch get a life Ever since she fucked with me she never been the same Well, god damn, just blame it on my ding-a-lang First off, this beat bang Ask around, I'm the motherfucking man I'm about to drop ten racks on a chain And find a pretty bitch that I can dip with in the Range I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good) I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good I'm good, I put that on the hood (I'm good, I'm good I'm so froze diamonds look so lemon Used to text cause my phone had low minutes Niggas need swishers so we at the store with it If you don't drop on the blunt then you don't hit it Flyer than a eagle, riding in a regale Money over bitches, nigga, you don't think we know Pockets full of c-notes, oops, I mean p-notes Bitch in the whip looking hot like a Cheeto Louie bag and a briefcase, bitch I get money like a sweepstakes Everyweek a nigga eat steak What's dessert? Shit, I wonder how she taste I don't want her, you can get her Bitch you ugly like yo' daddy Reggie Miller Like Pittsburg bet I steal her And fuck her in the whip brand new from the dealer I'm good on the I'm the shit! YG 400, bitch! I'm real! I don't dance, nigga 2 step Nigga, trip then a shoot, nigga with the tech Hey, motherfucker, don't you move What... nigga... moved? Yeah, uh huh, that's what I thought, motherfucker Mustard on the beat, ho!
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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