Panhandling

Damn Zay how you do that shit? Ayy Ayy Ayy The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic I can get real sneaky, I'm tricky dance moves I be dancin' in these Jordan's, ain't no dance shoes I be in the ling, ling yard like some bamboo Left somethin' white up in her hair, wasn't shampoo My glizzy look like Bubba Ridge, it got muscles on it It was butt naked, I put some jeans, a belt buckle on it Need it come with everything, a beam and a muzzle on it Just in case my target get too far, I can hit opponents Carjack and lift your car up, I attach a pole Niggas can't drive on the road, I make him bap his load Kada got crosses on his face, he'll snatch your soul Now you in the oven cookin' up like a casserole I be paranoid, you blow your nose, I might blow the chopper Niggas want beef, I got shells like a tostada You ain't for this gang, ain't Fruitridge if you ain't know Poppa I was startin' five, shooting guard on that old roster The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic Ayy, all you niggas lyin', I run you down, I got cheetah paws 'Member when I hit your phone collect and you ain't see the call IG bankers be on the 'net, they don't be involved Last kid, he threw up sucker shit, I blew his pinky off Ayy, they gon' fuck these bitches when I can't That's what my brothers for When I catch a sucker, always pray, then I up the score I believe in Ant, Pop, and Bub, I can't love the Lord I just threw a rope on this K, we play tug of war Have your shooter step on me, I blow like a landmine I be throwin' up Fruitridge Blood with a hand sign And I'm masked up for the drill like Mankind If you ever say I ain't True Story, you a damn lie Gotta play it safe and ride with K on the interstate All he heard was, "Pah-pah-pah," then the windows break Glass breakin', soundin' like I dropped a dinner plate Hit the gas, do the dash, tryna win a race The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic