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Spank on the beat Gang, out west 290 shit, bitch, you know how I'm rockin' nigga No hooks part 2, bitch, get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mop stick, aye Pulled up in a 'vert, hop out with no shirt, aye, aye Pulled up in a 'vette, hop out with a 'vette, aye, aye Water on my wrist, water on my neck, aye Paint wet, like my car just left the laundromat, aye, aye Click clack, lease don't party whack I got X pills, this a party pack When these hoes see me they have heart attacks Star like Emmit, but I ain't no running back Just throw the pussy at me, I'm gon' punish that Riding with this MAC, yeah, it's black like Bernie Mac We ride foreigns, you ride Pontiac You drink Vodka, we sip Cognac Smoke OG like I got cataracts Might OD or have a asthma attack I fuck foreign hoes, you fuck alley rats Parallel park, foreign cars come back to back Run up on me you know what happens after that I rock Gucci, you rock [?], aye Pull up with your bitch, scratch her off the list, aye, aye Bankroll so big, I can't make a fist, aye, aye Fill a hoe with Remy till she gotta take a piss, aye (shit) Niggas scared to see me, so they gotta make a diss, aye If you want the money, you might have to take a risk, aye Pussy wet like water, got me feeling like a fish My homie hit your hoe, I got next on her neck Already caught your homie, you got next on this TEC Put revolver to your head, let's play Russian Roulette Bitch, I am the plug, better yet, the connect And if you run upon me, then you best come correct All this fucking money on me got my pockets on fat Pussy nigga, if you gangbang, then throw up your set Free my niggas out the chain gang, got me upset You can go and ask anybody if they know me Grew up 'round some real niggas, and they coached me Better go and get the steel before you approach me Dressed like a dope dealer, looking like a whole key TEC-9 with the shoe strings, too big for my jeans She keep yelling, she in love, I don't know what that means Listen, lil lady, I'm too big for your motherfucking dreams Can't sleep in my trap, take cat naps, and wake up to fiends I get the blender, get the [?], then I check the degrees She on her knees, got her yelling, "Please, give it to me" But if they catch it, baby girl, you ain't get it from me Nigga, I can't show you no love, it wasn't given to me Can't be your boyfriend, bitch, don't catch no feelings for me Last nigga wanted beef, he deceased, resting in peace I got my dog off the leash, aye, look, bitch, I'm a beast Bitch, I tote a iron in these streets, I give you a crease We pull on your block with no heat, stop popping like grease The murder rate's gonna increase, we not squashing no beef Your bitch a freak, wet like the sea, soak up the sheets My clip hold 50, you and your homie get 25 a piece While you standing in the club line, we walking past you Look, baby, why you say your name? I never asked you And if you is a bad bitch, I probably smashed you A lot of niggas spit game, I never had to Bling, bling, my jewellery looking like some ice water Sitting on some water, floating with somebody daughter I already had like 40 points in the first quarter I'm in the AA Audi like the movie Transporter I ain't thinking 'bout no hoes 'cause I fuck 'em and get rid of those Call 'em throwaways 'cause we use them and get rid of those Chevy sitting on 4s, Forgiatos, yeah, they pigeon toes You play with your nose, all those blows, I get rid of those I walk inside the club, I'm iced up, nigga Security already know we piped up, nigga You mug in this bitch, you get your life took, nigga Leave my clip zero like Westbrook, nigga Gang Gang, gang, gang
Writer(s): Kevin Price, Unknown Composer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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