Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, squad, squad
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
You let her give you a milk mustache
I was on my way to get the cash
You sent a dick picture, she said you sad
All these blue handreds where my racks
I used to need money on the gas
I used to need 10 on the smoke
I was in the alleyway, we on front$treet, hand on the dope
Slick knows fans for the folks
Bitch Im from the motherfuckin go, where your chances is a low
If you getting bread, you could be toast
I been on the west for years now, I might hit my city wearin somе locs
Yo hoe be commenting up on my post
3 bеds in this bitch, but I still might fuck her on the floor
The stick I’m stuck to it just like a post
Told that bitch you better not be getting outta line or you’ll get choke
New choppa I got came with a scope
Niggas dont even know how to use a gun
How the fuck they gone know how to use a scope?
Damn
Run up boy, you gonna die
Its a .45, what it look like?
Streets dont love you, momma told you that
Got a fatass strap, itll blow your back
Two Styrofoam, 5-10 blunts
Chefs just made a plat, gone and get one
Im a greedy nigga, Im on my 61
I got me a bitch, and got my dick one
I got me a chain and got one for my daughter too
LV slippers look like Im finna barbecue
All this dope other than rabbit you ah think I harvest too
Came down the wrong block we turnt his car to particles
All my star devils at war I feel like RB2
We gotta to drive throught them, we serving beef like arbys do
I might pull up to the white house in an army suite
You don’t want smoke boy we got the same shit that the army do
I might wear an army suite with a Balenciga boots
Folks broke his hand on yo shit, now yo ass snaggle-tooth
I dont remember last time I saw a grown man snaggle-toothed
But I be flying around, fly as hell like the falcon do
Pull up to the spot and she see my she be like thats my boo
If you see me ridin around in a car with em, them my dudes
Finna serve an avelanche, pack my boots
That he say she say shit, most of this shit be semi true
Lamborghini lifting up like a semi-tool
We got sigal squeeze pistols, we got semi-auto
Put the hellcat up, like whatchu him I do?
Aint you Chief Sosa? Hell naw am I who?
Lion, tigers, polar bears in my zoo
Pull up really strapped, like a chemical
You might pull up and see me in your avenue
Bitch Im almighty, like the Evan dude
Run up boy, you gonna die
Its a .45, what it look like?
Streets dont love you, momma told you that
Got a fatass strap, itll blow your back
Two Styrofoam, 5-10 blunts
Chefs just made a plat, gone and get one
Im a greedy nigga, Im on my 61
I got me a bitch, and got my dick one