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Came with a 50 on my hip, League crew shot
We the ones servin' on the motherfuckin' blacktop
We was on leek day all on the back block
Big ass 30 on my hip, shit stand out
I'm the one havin' that V8, Nascar
Niggas, they wanna go race, crash out
Tell if you trappin', you havin' them bands out
See that bitch gettin' that money, her pants down
Price was dirt cheap, damn near oregano
Tito Tupac's lil' fucks you steppin' for
Knowin' we gon' slide and hit a headband
Knowin' we came in this bitch through the back door
Know it was beef, what the fuck was that chat for
Bitch, if we swingin', try knock off a cantaloupe
Reason we call it a trap its a bando
Limousine tint, no fishbowl energy
Every single birthday, grab me some Hennessy
Every single flip, bitch, I needed a 50 piece
Glued to the trap, but you know this gon' stick with me
Chargin' em double, I'm hittin' my gritty
Put the beam on the neck, nigga, no hickey
Hop out the fire, niggas like the manager
Keep on shootin' this bitch, stamina
Talkin' money to me, know your grammar
I threw the tints on the bitch like a limousine
I was a young nigga doin' them B&E's
Havin' shit wrapped up like it's Reese's pieces
Straight off the boat, now I'm havin' that fleet with me
Talk about the step, bitch, you do that shit recently
Ay,
You do that shit recently?
Ay,
Almighty go round, this a go-hit shit
This shit can go down, try hit the door down
Straight outta Creekwater, you won't know where to be found
Tell him to rebound, can't even breathe out
Shoot up the body and make this shit bleed out
Jump the car, run the nigga speed out
Send all the stripper bitches to the geek house
I'm on the Paul Masson gettin' leeked out
Them niggas broke as hell, can't even breathe out
Them niggas rat as hell, got the cheese out
I'm with the honey combs having bees out
I want a big yacht, knock the tree down
Bitch, I'm a grip, bow, nigga, be out
Slide past the gate, make a fuck nigga, reroute
I brought the cake to the table, we eat out
Ran this shit up, I won't going the cheap route
Came with a 50 on my hip, League crew shot
We the ones servin' on the motherfuckin' blacktop
We was on leek day all on the back block
Big ass 30 on my hip, shit stand out
I'm the one havin' that V8, Nascar
Niggas, they wanna go race, crash out
Tell if you trappin', you havin' them bands out
See that bitch gettin' that money, her pants down
Came with a 50 on my hip, League crew shot
We the ones servin' on the motherfuckin' blacktop
We was on leek day all on the back block
Big ass 30 on my hip, shit stand out
I'm the one havin' that V8, Nascar
Niggas, they wanna go race, crash out
Tell if you trappin', you havin' them bands out
See that bitch gettin' that money, her pants down
Writer(s): 808 Turnemup
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