Smoking on strong, long, we don't reason Probably my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian Met bad little broad, she was curvy Sipped out in the middle of the day I early Balling in the middle of the trap, we worried Middle finger up to the 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 Michael Myers, Bates, Charles Manson Commas, commas, commas, commas, cashing We fight time and time and time and and time and time
I my plug "You know what I need From you I get on Yeah, uh Two bricks, a triple beam and a So I can make a storm I usually do"
with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo Calico spit a Uzi do be so hard to identify when you're Hit up from your to your corns and still bleeding All my niggas children of the like Stephen King, I met this she was curvy Bitch started twerking when whips start urr-ing Getting money 'Got Money' And if you real you vouch for me I still need my Block Is Hot I ain't with these pussies like they got something Trampoline the work, I got the block jumping
I told my plug "You know I need you when I get on Two bricks, a beam and a phone So I can make a like usually do"
Bad bitch on my arm my new lil boo Pussy be so and it's Juicy Fruit Trampoline on dick, I got her twat jumping Trampoline the work, I got the block jumping Vaseline on a brick in the cops coming Trafficking the work in her bra for me Wearing lingerie and heels 'round the for me Wearing lingerie and heels 'round the for me All these bitches try'na chill then out for me with the work, I got the block jumping Got the
We sipping dirty We sipping that We that dirty We sipping dirty, you know This Gat pointed at nose, nigga That vest can't your soul, no We sipping that dirty, We them dirty Haven't even from you You the kids by they self haven't even heard from you We put wig on a shelf We unstable, We unstable, Your mama be of us They haven't even heard from you, now they gotta 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 Look at all the shit I gave you, Look what I did for I never hid myself I ain't got no ceilings, I got no feelings for them niggas, no I don't want no with them niggas, no