Aisle 7

Throw them P's up, lil' ass niggas (HunchoPunchDatShitIn) I'on wanna talk about it, bitch, go and get yo' money up Hoes mad I'm crackin' jokes, it's time to get yo' funny up Stomach in yo' leggings, bitches thought it was a tummy tuck Opp playin' crazy, I'll go and get her brother fucked I'on beef wit' hoes, we'll go and get yo' taco split Whole lotta racks, I forgot you hoes was talkin' shit All I know is trap, I'll fuck around and buss a brick All I know is rap, you ain't met a bitch as cold as this When you talk to me, speak correctly Need a cleanup on aisle seven 'cause it's gettin' messy I ain't never learned no lesson from no bitch, so don't test me Pulled up wit' some 'za and you pulled up wit' some reggie Damn, I'm high as fuck, I need a check to cash I'll take a nigga money and I'll leave him on his ass And he a teacher pet so he think he get a pass You'll never learn the game if you always skippin' class All my pops nice, I got a sixty dollar head Nigga text my phone, I had to leave his ass on read You can't out-rap me, bitch I said what I said He bought it by the pound, he ain't fuckin' with them grams Mazda truck sittin', fat bitch you can't ride I love my main nigga so I'm cuttin' off the side I really sell that shit, you just gotta come and try it I really got deals, you just gotta come and buy it Only twelve o'clock, been out for one hour I packed five-hunnid, finna go and take a shower I need some new buffs, havin' shoppin' spree at Towers If she beat my friend ass, I'm jumpin' in, I'm not a coward I'm just playin' though, you could never beat our ass, we the Bang Bros Money green like the grass, I got a rainbow I left my ex, he still fuckin' wit' a lame hoe, baby that's some lame shit We just pulled up fly as fuck on some plane shit You just pulled up wit' yo' hoe, she a lame bitch We just pulled off, somethin' fat, gotta lane switch You just pulled off tryna beef, I bet that thing switch