Yeah, yeah

Talk about the robbery, let the rave go like it's escape

Talk about the robbery, let the rave go like it's escape

Talk about the robbery, let the rave go like it's escape

Been getting money since that day, hoe, so what you hangin' for?

Too many **** on my train, dawg, you gotta pay for

Can't let these bitches wanna taste, son, I got the A for (grr)

And they come right here, and they even know we pourin' shots (grr)

And they come right here, and they even know we pourin' it out (grr)

Out the window, bitch, we pourin' shots (grr)

Out the window, bitch, we pourin' shots (like)

Yeah, I'm in the parking lot, said she barkin' a lot

Take hard a lot, so I just par the drive

Hopped out the parking spot, like all the cops, bitch, I've been more than hot

I ain't been taught this style, we bought the blacks until we bought the black

Then you bought the cops, we bought the chaps, so we taught the apps

Not bein' in that gym, not teachin' little **** how to avoid a tap

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, how to avoid them dots

In front of your reaper, now he know what door to knock

I touch down, and I give him hell, my pistol on me, yeah, well (c'mon)

Bitch, ****, they not testin' me, oh, I bet he fell

Let the chopper rock his body, lock up when he catch a shell (go)

I still a beat a ****, block like 808 Cartel

I touch down, and I give him hell, my lil' **** still makin' sales (sales)

My lil' brother still in that cell, KPD want a solid jail (fuck off)

Bitch, I ain't changed, I'm still the same, I'll leave a **** there (brr, brr)

I still a beat a ****, block like 808 Cartel (c'mon)

My lil' **** can get up close and lead a ****, pal

Huh, I get a **** gone like I just cast a spell

I lost a rash but got him back, that shit wasn't hard to tell

I give him backs when I'm on wax, this shit be hard as hell

This shit be dope as coke, bitch, I'm the biggest foe, you know (biggest foe)

I'm hot like on the stove (I'm hot), I'm sick, bitch, you might catch a cold

Tween the thick soon as he sweet as dope, I need a bitch before I leave the door

My fire, I'm not gon' lob it, I be way too quick to squeeze it

Touch down, and I give him hell, my pistol on me, yeah, well (c'mon)

Bitch, ****, they not testin' me, oh, I bet he fell (hmm, hmm)

Let the chopper rock his body, lock up when he catch a shell (go)

I still a beat a ****, block like 808 Cartel (808 Cartel)

I touch down, and I give him hell, my lil' **** still makin' sales

My lil' brother still in that cell, KPD, you on a solid jail (fuck)

Bitch, I ain't changed, I'm still the same, I'll leave a **** there

I still a beat a ****, block like 808 Cartel (c'mon)

****, you listen to the West Side Strangler, Barcelona to Rada

I'm a mix between Tony Martelli and Michael Mize

This is the Al Greasy, L.S. 500, son

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