Lyrics

Nino what to my nigga Bitches game time And I'm going for the win I don't play football but all my bitches is Redskins I had a bitch from the backend while I'm counting up backends Glizzy's when I ride you can't catch me lacking(OOOH) B 22s is Like 11 Benjamins(Dior) Rollie on my own arm It's a AP my twin We ride I was sticks like we protected the president I'm never hesitate I will run up in your residence (Forsho That) Every day is war time I'm riding around with 100 I got this shit out the mud nigga this is dirty money I know to opps want this shit Then come take it for me Man this rap shit got to work the hood waiting on me Told that bitch take my dick and put her face on it I'm Ridin' round in the hood in a SRT Tell that bitch she can leaveI don't need no company If you fuck with Wockeshia pour a four for me Got to keep A fucking med kit Everywhere I go Boy if you don't want your head head hit what are you staring for I just poured a fucking wock pint on a winter coat Call me Rico leg up when I hit the hoe Look gang you aint getting no money what are you living for Yeah you did the drill I'm not impressed Because you didn't kill him though I ignored this hoe about 80 times she is still hearing my phone Sorry i can stop getting that money it is like a syndrome I got Zoe's M.I.A,shottas in Atlanta I won't head the first day bitch I don't have no manners Chrome hoodie on me orange I'm just like my Fanta Slid up on the dash in the cat just to make her panic I just made the hoe buy a pint she want to be romantic I just took your hoe money mike where is your Antennas You are a fucking mice because your pops really known for ratting If it gets too hype we going to turn your black to shooting practice
Writer(s): Kelondric Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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