Smoking on strong, long, we don't reason Probably with my niggas, but my Polynesian Met bad little broad, she was curvy Sipped out in the middle of the day I early in the middle of the trap, we ain't worried Middle up to the judge and I'm smirking Bring your 'cause you know my gang with me Drop the top on the car, let the breathe Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, snatching Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas We fight time and time and time and time and time and
I told my plug "You know what I From you I get on Yeah, uh Two bricks, a beam and a phone So I can make a storm I usually do"
Banging with my friends, that's Soo-woo Calico like a Uzi do You'll be so to identify when you're Hit up from your to your corns and still bleeding All my niggas children of the corn Stephen King, I met broad she was curvy Bitch twerking when them whips start urr-ing Getting money 'Got Money' And if you real you vouch for me I still my Block Is Hot money I ain't fucking these pussies like they got something with the work, I got the block jumping
I told my plug "You what I need From you I get on Two bricks, a triple and a phone So I can make a storm usually do"
Bad bitch on my arm my new lil boo Pussy be so warm and Juicy Fruit on this dick, I got her twat jumping Trampoline with the work, I got the block Vaseline on a brick in the cops coming Trafficking the work in her bra for me Wearing lingerie and heels the house for me Wearing and heels 'round the house for me All these bitches try'na then thaw out for me Trampoline with the work, I got the block Got the
We sipping dirty We sipping dirty We that dirty We sipping dirty, you know This Gat at your nose, nigga That vest can't save soul, no We sipping that dirty, We them dirty Haven't even from you You left the by they self They even heard from you We put wig on a shelf We unstable, We unstable, mama be afraid of us They haven't even heard from you, now they search for you We unstable, It ain't too good for you, too good for you ungrateful, yeah That's why I label, yeah I gotta live for myself, I gotta to myself, yeah at all the shit I gave you, yeah Look I did for myself I never hid from I ain't got no ceilings, I ain't got no for them niggas, no I don't no dealings with them niggas, no