Lyrics:
Yea I just got the drop on 'em
Brodie strapped and paranoid like he got rocks on him
Big chops like a nigga tryna stop sum'
And it go hunnid, hunnid,
Spoil bougie and ghetto
Nickname boughetto
I'm litt and crazy
Get what I want
And I don't like the maybe
If I say sum hoe
Hush and obey
Baby don't play me
wrong Like sums gotta go
Chased by a fog till I get lost in the Smoke
And if you can't relate
Then play this song till you're gone Like
If you feel me
came
We back, 33, back in the game
From beneath the rock like it's Easter Sunday
Some say you'll get it one way or another, pump-fake
To the rim, I'ma
say so and so
Spin yo block like a merry go.
I blige a bitch like mary hoe
Halling (hollering) like she Barry hoe
You pussy aint no running Ain
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you
will get you nowhere, unless it's the derriere
And that will get you everywhere
Went to the flea market, was in the cark, parked it
Big fat blunts, if
Love a hoe that work a pole Never trust no hoe
but always getting to the dough
I know they hate a young n*gga they wanna replace a young n*gga
But I'm
on the gang yea it rip
Im inna trap tryna run up a brick
If you diss on my manz
Den we slidin wit sticks
Fuck a thot hoe you know ima kick
Big mook innis bitch
They down to get busy so hoe don’t get beat up
Ain’t hitting no woman these niggas be tripping if you gotta beat her then bitch you don’t need her
Never
niggas hating on you plotting on the low
It be the same Niggas get round sum bitches and start tweaking like a hoe
It be them same niggas who get to hating
done catch one
Niggas say he like that, in them captions come and stretch sum
Niggas fake gang banging, that's gon' get you, kilt yo' ass dumb
Niggas
to motherfuckin break bread
The Hoe that bills paid
They tryna get that hell laid
And they tryna do it the A-Town way
I see you down keep tippin Ying Yang
Yeah, Bitch, I'm rockin' real expensive drip, that's what I put on
I don't see no hater by me, yeah, I told 'em move along
Yeah, you can't fit off
You niggas peons i swear yall do the most
My bitch dont want no nigga just sum gas to make her choke
But imma florida baby, 8-5-0 is what i tote
I
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like
get it
I'm jumping straight out to the benz
Man fuck a civic
She like the way the ice be lookin that's a tennis
But can tell me sum is u with it
that hoe on speaker
drank about a liter
I smoke about a eighth
Got me feelin' like Khalifa
I'm thinkin' you police
Why you blowin' up ma phone
Where da
I'm Batman
Big bag, big dick, bitch nothing like your last man
I'm the type to kill about sum debt if you can't pay it off
Don't Give a fuck who that
get po-
You a ghost
Tell that Lil hoe she can't bring her phone gone leave that shit at the door
I just be goolin big 53 goolin GD w/a ruler that hoe do
Aye, Lil bitch
You for the team, you for the crew, you for the clique
All that playin on my phone don't make me rich
The last time I loved a hoe shit
our glocks hoe
Killers want smoke
Niggas love to blow
Aint no love and hip hop
This shit aint a show
We do ya momma ass in
If you still hidin
I put sum
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