Ooh, SAV, killed it
Yeah, uh, hard body
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, sippin' mud, I got my pinky up this upper echelon
I keep passin' testers, out, like this a Chinese restaurant
Keep it law with all my dogs, but with these hoes, I'm nonchalant
I'm gon' put this bitch in track and watch it snatch off when it launch
Free my dawgs and f*ck the law, we still gon' get off when it's hot
Ain't no sittin' in between, you either gangsta or you note
Feel like Kobe with this blick, I can't pass this bitch for shit
Mama told me since a youngin', watch out who I'm movin' with
Feel like Vick inside that kitchen, dog fightin' with the pit
I don't really like to sip, but I choose wockhardt over Trish
Doin 120 on the E-Way, make a lil' bitch buckle up
Unc keep punchin' on these bricks, he damn near f*cked his knuckles up
Even though I'm f*ckin' her, gotta watch how I f*ck with her
Why they cappin'? Bout that cheese, his pockets got a tummy tuck
I got left so many times, it made me get my hustle up
Lil' nigga tough enough, go and get your muscle up
Feel like Tommy Pickle pourin' foes-out a sippy cup
Tryna hotbox in the straight, I almost f*cked my vision up
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Ooh, SAV, killed it
Yeah, uh, hard body
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, sippin' mud, I got my pinky up this upper echelon
I keep passin' testers, out, like this a Chinese restaurant
Keep it law with all my dogs, but with these hoes, I'm nonchalant
I'm gon' put this bitch in track and watch it snatch off when it launch
Free my dawgs and f*ck the law, we still gon' get off when it's hot
Ain't no sittin' in between, you either gangsta or you note
Feel like Kobe with this blick, I can't pass this bitch for shit
Mama told me since a youngin', watch out who I'm movin' with
Feel like Vick inside that kitchen, dog fightin' with the pit
I don't really like to sip, but I choose wockhardt over Trish
Doin 120 on the E-Way, make a lil' bitch buckle up
Unc keep punchin' on these bricks, he damn near f*cked his knuckles up
Even though I'm f*ckin' her, gotta watch how I f*ck with her
Why they cappin'? Bout that cheese, his pockets got a tummy tuck
I got left so many times, it made me get my hustle up
Lil' nigga tough enough, go and get your muscle up
Feel like Tommy Pickle pourin' foes-out a sippy cup
Tryna hotbox in the straight, I almost f*cked my vision up
Yeah, uh, hard body
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, sippin' mud, I got my pinky up this upper echelon
I keep passin' testers, out, like this a Chinese restaurant
Keep it law with all my dogs, but with these hoes, I'm nonchalant
I'm gon' put this bitch in track and watch it snatch off when it launch
Free my dawgs and f*ck the law, we still gon' get off when it's hot
Ain't no sittin' in between, you either gangsta or you note
Feel like Kobe with this blick, I can't pass this bitch for shit
Mama told me since a youngin', watch out who I'm movin' with
Feel like Vick inside that kitchen, dog fightin' with the pit
I don't really like to sip, but I choose wockhardt over Trish
Doin 120 on the E-Way, make a lil' bitch buckle up
Unc keep punchin' on these bricks, he damn near f*cked his knuckles up
Even though I'm f*ckin' her, gotta watch how I f*ck with her
Why they cappin'? Bout that cheese, his pockets got a tummy tuck
I got left so many times, it made me get my hustle up
Lil' nigga tough enough, go and get your muscle up
Feel like Tommy Pickle pourin' foes-out a sippy cup
Tryna hotbox in the straight, I almost f*cked my vision up
Writer: William Graves
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