Texty
Breaking another bitch I gotta get the hustle on it
Tryna lock a player up because I'm going too hard
Got these bitches on my nuts got the keys to the bitch
Been a pimp in the game ain't no hoe cards
Creep set 3 deep play your nasty bump inside your hole
What you know about the killers from the truth gone
What you heard about the players from the fucking rebel
Just some dirty cheap condoms coming from the game hoe
Call my little ***** creepy on the telephone
Tell him bout some bad hoes finna throw my gang on
Hear my ***** cook we touch about the crack
That we cooked
In the back of the track got these bitches trucked
If you wanna fuck with us
Better not be awake
I need a bad bitch and I need a better look
I got my pistol cocked and my rocks in a knot
Break that hoe man pimp that hoe
Bitch you already know how it goes when i spend my flow
Smoking dope in the lyrical
Do not fuck with me you can get very physical
Bitch i got the blood of the Mexico
Bitch I'm original saint
I'm the main with the blade and my hang with the 38 special that's tucked in my waistband
Creepy mane got the shotgun it goes click clack
One eight seven got the crack better get that pack
Bitch you better go as fast as the motherfuckers hate it man your bitch it goes black
And your heart style whack
And I'm on my fucking chest better watch your back
Better hope that you motherfuckers not
It's like it's a sec
Creeping up scoping up the scene everywhere that i go
Demons following every time that I sleep this is what I see
Suffering in the motherfucking pits of eternity
Chocolate with the homie back up on the telephone
Telling what's up with the hoes
Let's get this party going on
30 P up in this bitch brown brothers going hard
9 1 5 Chuckle Town represent from the start
Southwest Playaz coming to break a bitch's heart
Straight pimp with no sip never loving on a trip
Making up on your bitch in the back of the whip
Smoking cheap and blowing hits while she blowing on my dick
Bouncing in that low catch me creeping real slow
Its the motherfucking creep rolling deep with my bros
Quick bastard cat while the death snatch your soul
Threats bottles roll close you know that i stay peaceful
Jack a motherfucking with a motherfucking pistol
Playa haters smoking on the damn crystal
While I'm chilling smoking on my endo
Cruising down the street in the 6 4
Written by: Paul Max Chavez
