Lyrics:
know them lamb chops
Better have yo shits in sports mode pussy, catch you in yo crocs
We aint doing no dogs fight we pulling out major straps
All these
Figure
Don't even wear yo strap if you
Ain't ready to die nigga
My attitude like fuck it middle
Finger towards the public
Bringing buckets to all my
to bust sex
Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins'
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
jeep?
Who left they strap under da motherfuckin seat?
I just get da money fuck these hoes and go to sleep
I dont understand why these niggas wanna compete
Cabana boy fresher than pico
Bad muthafucka like Danny Devito
Hit em with the Rico
Brown TX boy assume I strap a steelo
I hate bitches that get offended so
BITCH NOT cT cLL,
SLEEPIN WITH THE FISHES; HE'LL BE WISHIN HE WcS NODDING OFF
NOT c DcY GOES BY THcT THEY cINT WISHIN ON MY DEcTH,
IMc PcINT THE CITY
Yo, what's up yo? This is Nore, nigga
Yeah, let me know when y'all comin out here
so I can y'all some gats immediately
The minu-The minute y'all
lead than Zepplin,
tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in.
Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine,
Dead rpesidents movin up like
on me yeah
I got a strap in my lap
I got 30 in my glock
Know I ride with a pack
Draco dig you from yo’ back
You know I got the juice like it’s Minute Maid
finna get it yeah'
Still finna get it yeah'
Hop in a Ghini
Bad shawty tryna spend with no limit
Don't try us don't do no gimmicks
You told me you want yo
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
ain't want me
Now you're looking like a fool
Should have studied harder when you fooling with me
Study long, study wrong
I was raised by P's baby
Yeah,
they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit
fo it’s gone
I been hustling too long, I think it’s time you put me on
I be posted by the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
posted by
end up in yo head
Three bitches calling I left em on read
I swear I'm best but you can just try
A Glock on my hip and yo bitch by my side
I stay in
got my hands on my steerin wheel and stick shift
Drivin by nigga, pissin on yo' picnic
[Chorus 2X: Redman]
One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin
on me most definitely (x2)
Keep the strap with me on my side so don't mess with me yea he got a gun but ain't gone shoot so don't flex with it on my
I just came to party and
I don’t want yo liquor
Unless you spike that shit with
Molly man
I can’t tip a stripper unless she got Beyoncé body frame
Gettin' drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
Cause ain't nothin' changed but the size of the bottles
We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass
a strap
Nike joggers like I ran me a lap
Had a dream they was handing me racks
Leave yo' face stinging, I know my shit slap
They say that rap dead but I'm
like
"Gotti" (Yo)
"I'm throwing a party, come and parlay
Finna shoot you the addy; ain't too far from where you stay
Bad bitches and alcohol, what more I
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