Lyrics

Aye wop go grab that tec man Tray Savage load that FN up Lil Boss load that shit up man Y'all know we smoke out the 448 Pouring out the pints Aye ball bring that money counter out boy You know what the fuck time it is man Splashing on these bitches yea that's that sea salt All the horses in this foreign I'm like yeehaw You know we got that defense let's play b-ball I think I'm going Ray Charles I can't see y'all Throw theses on how bitch these the new cappers This our shit nigga ain't no new trappers Going forward in this foreign like I can't move backwards You on the fuck shit and take that button it a tap ya I'm with a white bitch she a coke head My mentality is get more bread I'm in a fast car like it's a snow sled Stick sticking out like it's a forehead No Instagram it can go live I don't fuck with niggas that play both sides I keep smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas Bitch I'm fresher than a fucking Hebrew If you owe me I see you Walk in Valentino get a tee or two Yellow black whip that's that pickachu Ran off on the plug in 09' Just fucked a model wife with a bow tie I'm with blood now might as well call 'em slime All I see is money I think I'm going blind Hater blockers on my face I call them the specs Hit neimans we just ran through a check Grab some Fn"ins we just ran through the techs I just fucked her from the back on a fucking jet No Instagram it can go live I don't fuck with niggas that play both sides I keep smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas Bitch I'm fresher than a fucking Hebrew If you owe me I see you Walk in Valentino get a tee or two Yellow black whip that's that pickachu Ball bring that money counter out boy Y'all know what time it is All we wanna see is red and blue nigga Or I should say red and green nigga Blood and money nigga Uhuh Rob a fuck nigga take his whole shit Ran off with your pack you a whole bitch Bitches in the trap I make them hoes strip Them hoes don't wanna fuck I make them hoes dip I been getting money since like 06' Phone booming I just moved a whole brick Got 100 shot I shoot at your whole clique Got 100 shot I shoot up your whole whip Phone ringing damn all this money coming in Remember being on the block selling 3 for 10 Try to rob shit I put one up in yo wig I don't carry 38. all I tot is .6 Let this beef get serious I smoke your kids These niggas ain't did what I did Remember running from the cops had to hop the fence And you can't hang around if you ain't popping shit No Instagram it can go live I don't fuck with niggas that play both sides I keep smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas Bitch I'm fresher than a fucking Hebrew If you owe me I see you Walk in Valentino get a tee or two Yellow black whip that's that pickachu Boy I'm on that savage shit Stop that rapping shit I'll hit your block up then chops automatic spit Nigga we gon blast off Fuck it mask on Nigga said the wit it, boy stop it they look mad soft In the trap get bags off We got mad soft Bitch you ain't off molly nigga, that's some bath salt Try to rob huh back off Get you mad offed Bitch I get that guap like a cash crow No Instagram it can go live I don't fuck with niggas that play both sides I keep smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas Bitch I'm fresher than a fucking Hebrew If you owe me I see you Walk in Valentino get a tee or two Yellow black whip that's that pickachu
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Darron Rose, Joshua Luellen, Derrick Coleman, Will Carthan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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