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5k jeans, big boy pockets
ARP, big boy rocket
I plug your hoe like a socket
Allstate nigga I'm checkin' what's all in your wallet
I get lit up in

With Vice Lord folks, BDs GDs
One thing for sure, they all on go
If Trigga Maxo say it's green (let's go)
556 and 223s stuff ARPs in skinny jeans

a villian and we planning demolition (Boom)
Now you know to keep yo distance 'cause you know dat they be tripping
Arps, Amiri jeans, all that shit cost yo

to hit it with some accuracy
This a ARP tucked in my jeans when i pull it out don't be mad at me
These niggas running like they ricky, pfft pfft pfft, you

pocket, what you need, I got it
Trap jumpin', trap jumpin', never closed, nigga K4K never fold, nigga
ARP in my jeans, no, I'm never lackin' And that's why

with that, ARP in my jeans, I'ma flip him with that

Brand new pack, got 20 in the sack, nigga, playin' and get whack, I'll dunk him like Shaq
Like

your help
I'm not his momma i give him the belt
Dreads swing Waka Flocka
Send him to the doctor
ARP in my jeans for the oppas
Wanna be me boy i'm your

y'all I a b a fraud
Being out here get u offed
With my whites off off
They be asking for attention
Messages un-sending
ARP on unavailable raver jeans
I

(H-Honcho you so motherfucking goated)
(Ha Ha)
(Ha Ha)
Somebody tell 'em cool me off i'm too hot
ARP it hold 100 rest in peace to two opps
Niggas say

talking, dissing, you know we going to put it in yo face
556 and 7 2s the shit that put him in the grave
ARPs and Draco's when we get yo safe
38 snug nose

At what point does this make any sense
Huh, I got Glock 19s, ARP's yeah
I've been off codeine, I've been leaning
She said that she hate me she don't

jeans
I might feed the block I might feed my team
Big ass glock on me got extensions wit that bitch now
Big Ol ARP this aim for yo head get a red dot
I

and lose it
Dis', ARP, gon' make me go ruthless
Dat' pussy be lyin', dat' be so stupid
Tight ass jeans, that nigga gon' trip, that nigga get shot
Im

I'm yellow tape on the scene
The only thing left was 223s
Yeah, and it's chrome heart jeans

But who give a fuck
That boy was a feature, yeah
ARPs, 223s

(Ayy, spin it back, Tay)
Uh, strapped with these AUGs
Uh, ARPs, two-two
Uh, uh, strapped with my (Tay Global)
Fah, fah, fah (Fuck a nigga, bitch

on her jeans (on her jeans)
Yeah, she look good when she double C (double c)
Yeah, her boyfriend lame he can't touch me (can't touch me)
This Glock got

She say she like the way i smell
I said it's dolce & gabana, mixed with good marijuana
40 stuffed up in my jeans ah make a nigga do the chacha slidee

Treat them like Amiri Jeans I ain't buy em once
All this damn designer baby I cannot pronounce
Rock out with my arp it's a four inch gun
They can go

Two gen fives they stuffed right in my purple jeans
These bitches way too tight, I can't een put a dub in these
My lil bro slide with ARP, he swing

fuckin' ARP
I keep like 15 in my fuckin' jeans
This life could kill you if you take a peek
Lookin' at my nigga, he been cryin' and cryin
I can feel his pain

fat shit just push the start

Bro, that bitch been fuckin', check the my chart
Told her I can't put the jeans down, she said, that part
Bitch, I'm

Yuh, wha,
Truey Jeans, right up on my bitch (on my bitch)
Yuh,
A-R-P, tucked up on my hip (on my hip)
Yeah, I be on my nonchalant bull-shit
Cause all

stuck hoe
Got Marni all over my coat
Came in with nnina you know the stick poking out
Poke Out
Stick poking out
All this money in my goddamn jeans I got