Lyrics

Bitch... ghetto boy shit nigga Chaldean came and spent a lil cheese We call him RAWOOD He tried to rob I knocked his head off And now we all good He sent the cheese but never got the verse That's what you call jugg The next gun I'm buyin' Is gon' be AR pistol all wood Yeah I heard he thought that it was all good Mike pulled up wit the K I know that bitch it had all wood He said it came straight from Baghdad 10 Bows of exotics in the trash bag Got a 10 pack of bows came from back pack Why you keep Pullin' all yo money out I ain't ask that Whip the Glock out Matter fact, lemme have that Any pint of Wok under 4 racks Ima grab that Ghetto boyz is the clique I claim We unstoppable New bitch meaner than a mothafucka She unpoppable If you ain't up at least 100 racks Then I can't rock witchu Said I was done Lou pulled out 3 perks so I'm poppin' em If I got sting wit 10 bricks Already know that I'm responsible I just got head from his bitch It was phenomenal I barely sip lean If it ain't red Then that shit hurt my abdominals Dog spilled a 4 That's a problem not solvable Nigga pay my money now Or I'm poppin' you 4 Lines in a sprite It was tropical Stop lookin' at me like that 'For you end up in the hospital If you ain't never caught a body I can't vouch for you Look at my riches and I smile I can't vouch for a bum on a couch Talkin' down Get him smacked in his mouth All I got is bows Ain't no crack in this house Rio plugged wit the drank He found the Act in a drought I'm a whole thang baby Not a half or a ounce Hope my P.O don't pop up Got a slab in this house I was prolly sleep, in the hiphoplab on the couch Got the strap wit me, but you can still get stabbed nigga Ouch
Writer(s): Da'mario Donshay Horne-mccullough, Marcus Anthony Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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