Lyrics

I'm kickin' shit with the gang yeah Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel Trappin' gas like this shit legal Burnin' gas like this shit legal AR pistol yea the shit legal Got a bag of gas riding around with me just to keep a nigga company Keep the torch nigga come for me If I were you then I would fuck with me I got that shit for the dirt cheap I gave a lil nigga a dirt nap She ride a nigga like a dirt bike I seen a pound for the first time Fell In love at first sight She let me hit her on the first night I drove with the pack three days on the highway Tryin' to make it back to the destination I'mma boxing it up ship it to a secret location Forgot to water all the plants and fucked up 30k worth of weed man I'm ballin' like I'm in the league man Making movies I'm the lead man Car came from oversea man Rock a turban like a Pakistan Put cheese on your head like a packers fan I'm kickin' shit with the gang yeah We Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel Pickin' bud Sippin' mud Hit it once and she done fell in love Give me 20 minutes meet me at the shell The mom wet like a wishin' well It's a whole lot we don't need to clock em' What's to know keep the Glocks on us' Harvest Season I'ma keep growin' Fuck 12 I'ma keep goin' Back it up and she keep throwin' it High tech I'ma keep puring it She mad at me I ain't hit her back Bulletproof wheels back 2 back 7 gram blunts back 2 back Drop a mixtape back to back Got twins with me I'ma hit em' both at the same time Did a show and called a play at the same time We Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel
Writer(s): Brandon Edward Pugh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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