Lyrics

I'm feeling like it is the end, I'm grabbing two glocks and I'm calling my friends
If he's talking shit, then I spin, spin, spin, and shoot till it ends
I'm sipping the codeine, I double the cup, and you know that I stay in the trance
If I pop a Xan then I'm out for the night, but you know that I get to the bands
Two door coupe yeah, that's my infiniti
Her personality, my whole identity
Red bottoms on the face of my enemies
Got more bands than your favorite celebrity
I run it up yeah, that's one of my specialties
Mixing the high tec with xanny's my remedy
155 in the trunk, got some felonies
Don't give a fuck, everybody is dead to me
I step on they necks when I cash out these checks, and this bad lil bitch gonna show me respect
I ain't taking no shit, but she suck me the best
If I hop in the coupe, then you know when to rest
Me and my ****, we flexing the best
Talking that shit, I don't aim at no chest
How you claim that you gang, but don't ride for your set
Only head taps, and I put you to rest
We getting it in, fucking this bitch and I'm fucking her friend
Twinny, twin, twins, and she dance on the cock
Me and my ****, we be on the block, and we spin for ah opp
Pockets on large cause I get to the guap
Talking that shit, then yo ass getting rocked
Sipping that tris and I'm off of the wok
Thotiana yeah I beat up the box
I pour ah 8th in my cup, I like to double it up
FDA approved it, that mean it one hell of a drug
The highway, I'm cutting it up
In the foreign I don't give a fuck
I see the lights behind me, no they cannot keep up
Two door coupe yeah, that's my infiniti
Her personality, my whole identity
Red bottoms on the face of my enemies
Got more bands than your favorite celebrity
I run it up yeah, that's one of my specialties
Mixing the high tec with xanny's my remedy
155 in the trunk, got some felonies
Don't give a fuck, everybody is dead to me
Written by: Manny yp, Paolo T.
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