I hit the roof Mac 11 test the new heat
I blew a buck 50 rolling in a coupe leaf
Giovanni feet's 4 pipes 2 seats
Drew piece for 4 nights in coluahs peach
Be like f*ck it tho do it big love the dough
We on these bucket seats
F*ck it nigga f*ck it tho
I got this bucket low Terrance Howard
Hustle flow
Got me in this broken city
Feeling like i'm Russel Crow
What ever double dough
Muscle we don't struggle po
We all cut up blow fire on but cut it low
Throwing bar mitzvah's
Jewish niggas that come from dough
Mazel tov might celebrate in a bungalow
You know a pistol start barking
Ill let this muzzle go
My doggy told me keep sparking till its a double o
You know niggas don't know me
Something they wanna know
Niggas think they up ill catch em
Ill put em under yo
Ill have them niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
If I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
Ill have my niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
And if I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
I could do it myself nigga and pop the mag
But ill rather be a boss and go and drop a bag
You could die while i'm ot popping tags
Catch a stupid nigga lacking and rock his ass
The hawk on me ima savage with that
It ain't disloyalty
When you getting stabbed in the back
The matic'll clap All You'll hear is
Ratatatat it aint a dance
When my niggas give ya cabbage a patch
And that's a fact
Shooters in Bmore what's poppin max
He'll lay you down here
Ill have em put a stock in caps
I don't believe them lines
That you niggas jot in raps
Talking you cocking straps
Stupid im dropping stacks
My bitches do buck 50's
Slice ya wife yea they good with the blade
So they ain't tryna fight
I know some scammers
That'll f*ck around and swipe ya life
Like bob barker you could die
If the price is right
Ill have them niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
If I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
Ill have my niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
And if I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
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I hit the roof Mac 11 test the new heat
I blew a buck 50 rolling in a coupe leaf
Giovanni feet's 4 pipes 2 seats
Drew piece for 4 nights in coluahs peach
Be like f*ck it tho do it big love the dough
We on these bucket seats
F*ck it nigga f*ck it tho
I got this bucket low Terrance Howard
Hustle flow
Got me in this broken city
Feeling like i'm Russel Crow
What ever double dough
Muscle we don't struggle po
We all cut up blow fire on but cut it low
Throwing bar mitzvah's
Jewish niggas that come from dough
Mazel tov might celebrate in a bungalow
You know a pistol start barking
Ill let this muzzle go
My doggy told me keep sparking till its a double o
You know niggas don't know me
Something they wanna know
Niggas think they up ill catch em
Ill put em under yo
Ill have them niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
If I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
Ill have my niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
And if I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
I could do it myself nigga and pop the mag
But ill rather be a boss and go and drop a bag
You could die while i'm ot popping tags
Catch a stupid nigga lacking and rock his ass
The hawk on me ima savage with that
It ain't disloyalty
When you getting stabbed in the back
The matic'll clap All You'll hear is
Ratatatat it aint a dance
When my niggas give ya cabbage a patch
And that's a fact
Shooters in Bmore what's poppin max
He'll lay you down here
Ill have em put a stock in caps
I don't believe them lines
That you niggas jot in raps
Talking you cocking straps
Stupid im dropping stacks
My bitches do buck 50's
Slice ya wife yea they good with the blade
So they ain't tryna fight
I know some scammers
That'll f*ck around and swipe ya life
Like bob barker you could die
If the price is right
Ill have them niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
If I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
Ill have my niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
And if I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
I blew a buck 50 rolling in a coupe leaf
Giovanni feet's 4 pipes 2 seats
Drew piece for 4 nights in coluahs peach
Be like f*ck it tho do it big love the dough
We on these bucket seats
F*ck it nigga f*ck it tho
I got this bucket low Terrance Howard
Hustle flow
Got me in this broken city
Feeling like i'm Russel Crow
What ever double dough
Muscle we don't struggle po
We all cut up blow fire on but cut it low
Throwing bar mitzvah's
Jewish niggas that come from dough
Mazel tov might celebrate in a bungalow
You know a pistol start barking
Ill let this muzzle go
My doggy told me keep sparking till its a double o
You know niggas don't know me
Something they wanna know
Niggas think they up ill catch em
Ill put em under yo
Ill have them niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
If I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
Ill have my niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
And if I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
I could do it myself nigga and pop the mag
But ill rather be a boss and go and drop a bag
You could die while i'm ot popping tags
Catch a stupid nigga lacking and rock his ass
The hawk on me ima savage with that
It ain't disloyalty
When you getting stabbed in the back
The matic'll clap All You'll hear is
Ratatatat it aint a dance
When my niggas give ya cabbage a patch
And that's a fact
Shooters in Bmore what's poppin max
He'll lay you down here
Ill have em put a stock in caps
I don't believe them lines
That you niggas jot in raps
Talking you cocking straps
Stupid im dropping stacks
My bitches do buck 50's
Slice ya wife yea they good with the blade
So they ain't tryna fight
I know some scammers
That'll f*ck around and swipe ya life
Like bob barker you could die
If the price is right
Ill have them niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
If I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
Ill have my niggas go get em
If I drop that bag they gone hit em
And if I tell them niggas to go em
They don't even care who wit em
They gone hit em
Writer: Curtis Little
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