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Ain't got no time for sleep With so much money on mind, ain't got no time for me Shawty call me all the time and say she tired of me I know that I pop a lot, and smoke a lot of weed And I don't pay her any mind when I be countin' breesh Baby, I'm busy on the road, I need some time to breathe They had me locked up in the pens, doin' 23 So I be stackin' Mr. Ben 'til he 20 feet A lot of, a lot of Ms in my 23's Bitch, .45 on my waist, I'm with my ven aquí Bitch, .45 on my waist, don't gotta turn the key Bitch, .45 on my waist, I'm in my Bentley Jeep Bitch, finna fire on them niggas, they was 23 If I put that iron on them niggas, they remember me If you heard we slidin' on them niggas, then they memories If I put that iron on them niggas, they remember me If you heard we slidin' on them niggas, then they memories (brrr, brrr) Chopper, chopper, brrr, brand new choppe, I'm just tearing bodies PJ got a .30 and extenders in this hand Glock I'm gettin' get rich as fuck, I'm just tryna keep my man out Gave my bro a dub, we been coadie since the sandbox Huh, you say it's love, then why your hands up? Huh, so you say it's love, then why your hands up? They got they hands up 'cause she always got her pants down Then they said I stand out, then she tell me I'm the man now Yeah, and this bitch always got her pants down, yeah They tryna get me for my Benz now, for my mans now Tryna get me for my queso, fill the tan up Tryna get me for the Lamb' now (yeah, yeah, yeah) I got a chopper with a stand now (yeah, yeah, yeah) I bought the chopper with a stand now I ain't playin' 'round, niggas fuck around and we lay it down I'ma tear it down, from this fishes and to their grandma (brr) I'ma hit him in his head, hah (brr) I'm gon' him' til this TEC stop Or the vest spot, I'ma hit him in his yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah I hit a nigga, now his mans hot (brr) I hit the nigga 'til it jam hot (brr, br) I got the chopper with the stand now, bitch, I ain't playin' 'round Send the money in advance, it sound like a band, yah When I'm bustin' on my (baow, baow, baow) When I'm bustin' on my, yeah, ha, yeah (baow, baow, baow) When I'm bustin' off the chance, I'm so off them yams I done kept the .30 in the gram, bustin', no repent But you know my niggas are from jail right, yeah That there my niggas, they from jail, right, yeah I get the kilos in the mans spot, they in the spot hot Hit the .40, get the block hot, I make you blackout So tell these niggas, I'm top shotta, I'm big and badder I'm in the kitchen with these choppers, I quick to pop ya A nigga play, he gettin' shot up, head top off And you know my hits are mighter, in the Spider Niggas play, they gettin' shot up Brrr, I got a chopper in the chopper Bitch brrr, I got a chopper in the chopper If you fuck with Bobby, you fuck with me, go get your doctor Go get your papa, go get your mother and your mama (lil' bitch) And I'ma go and get my llama (yeah) And we gon' do it on the Flossy, fuck what you on, G Yeah, we can do it like some doggies, right on the concrete And I'ma show you how a dog be, yeah She only like me 'cause I'm flossy (yeah) She only like me 'cause the office, these niggas bossy I bought the choppers with the tati, you takin' floor seats Yeah, I'm on a jet, havin' orgies I used to shoot up niggas porch, G (brr) I'm on a jet, havin' orgies, fuck what you saw, G I used to shoot up niggas porch, G, he with the torch, G Now we lit, we havin' orgies Brr, tell them hoes, "Don't record me" Brr, ayy, you know no one as hard as me No one is dawg as me, you can't go back and take charge of me No skin is dark as me And ain't no nigga ain't got no heart like me (uh-uh) I heard the niggas tryna spark, G Please, bitch, had me come up on your parkin' lot In the parkin' spot Hit the nigga in the parkin' spot, right in the parkin' lot You know these niggas like to talk a lot Shh, oh, he ain't tell you that he coughed a lot? (Lil' bitch) Brr, oh, they ain't tell you that they coughed a lot? Say, "Fuck you talkin' 'bout?" Say, "Fuck that shit" Nigga, I'm from Clarkson Ave, we them doggies out Me and 'em dawgs, we like to bark a lot (brr) Yeah, and it's just rappin', dawg, yeah (brr) And I like my voice 'cause this just rappin', dawg Half of this spazzin', dawg Don't need to pay in, enough of spazzin' though Fuck with this ratchet though Gon' make me put you on game and I'm gon' clap it off (brr), pa I slap BD, nigga, and I slap it off, bow You see his hi-top, watch me slap it off Heard that you backin' off Niggas play, then knock your ratchet off And then I just slapped it off, bow, bow Hit that ratchet off, brr Watch me, big Boosie, backin' off Brr, now watch this ratchet back the pussy off (bow, bow) I dropped them, I slapped them off You see his response, we slap him off Watch me clap it off First deal, nigga (what?) First talk, first dead nigga First nigga talk, first catch a round, nigga From the ounce, nigga Play with me, it's goin' down, nigga Lay him down, nigga, from his motherfuckin' squad, nigga (squad leash) Make up your face like you bi, nigga (brrr) Then fuck around and catch a shot, nigga (bow, bow) You know I'm hot, nigga, play with me, that's on the spot (ga ga) He dropped his chops, bleed, everybody gettin' shots, nigga Brr, .45 in the Glock, nigga Brr, yeah, they know I'm a hot nigga, hit your block, nigga Put the .30 in the Glock, we gon' get you shot, nigga (bow, bow) Fuckin' with me like you bi, nigga (play) They made these pussies talk a lot, nigga Until I catch him on the spot, nigga Make a shot, nigga, with the .30 in the Glock Walk his block, nigga, catch him in the parkin' lot, nigga Dub, and I'm gon' get 'til I'm parked, nigga (bow, ow) Hood, they fuck with me, then they gon' get parked, nigga They get parked, nigga, quick, fast Get 'em sparked, nigga, play the heart, nigga Play for keeps when you're on nigga (what?) That gang shit 'til the morn', nigga (yo) That gang shit 'til the night, nigga That's your life, nigga Play with us, we GS9, nigga Hit you twice, nigga Hit you three times in your eyes, nigga Brr, shootin', shootin', niggas blind, nigga Brr, he only got two on his rod, nigga, and two slide, nigga We got two up on his side, nigga Hit his side nigga, soon Hit him in the ride, nigga Brr, right in his head, right in his side, nigga Brr, ha-ha-ha-ha Dread nigga, yeah They fuck with me, they know I'm Crip, nigga (brr) They play with me, they know it's lit, nigga Give a six nigga, hit right you right in front your bitch, nigga Grab the clip, nigga, drums hanging off the whip, nigga, brr
Writer(s): Ackquille Pollard, Allan Lopez, Franco Ponceano, Samy Tiger Kartas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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