Yeah damn yeah come onl go let's get it
Niggas say they carry heat until they fit this microwave
Pull up 80K in cash that's none but what I made today
Watch so big sittin on my wrist look just like I'm Flavor Flay
Bae come shake that ass on me and fucc with them haters say
Big G23 on my waist can't wait to get these niggas phased
Make you put your hands up nigga
Like I said hip hip hooray
50 deep up in the club
My session look like a parade
I do the shit these niggas talkin' about but we ain't playing' charade's
Lil hoe I'm the ace of spades
Lil' bitch I be gettin' paid
Let him meet my micro drac
My micro drac had met his face
A hundred in the fast lane
Get the fucc up out my way
I don't really wanna be with you so I don't wanna stay
Swing my door with micro draco
Nike ski to hide my face
You don't want no smoke with us
Cause this shit here will get you laced
We gon' pull up tinted up yeah you can call us creepin
Nigga pussy as fucc I don't know why the fucc he speakin
Niggas said the wrong name now he steady askin' why we creepin
We stay throwin' guns away don't ask why we don't keep em
Thick bitch she keep shakin' ass but ask why I don't need her
762 big as fucc
Gon' fucc up all his features
This bitch might be bad and bougie but she steady leachin
We gon' do a hit in off-white shades so we don't see it yeah
Barrel like a can hit him and his mans
Niggas lame these niggas playin' games I guess that I'm the man
Bitches suck my dick all on the stage
I guess that they my fans
Me and gang we hop out tinted truccs
The size Sprinter Vans
You ain't gang no we don't fucc with you
We fucc around shoot at you
We kicc her out after a loop-de-loop
Ask what she bout to do
I might come up by a chain
I got that bread from Bustin' Brains
Watch yourself stay in your lane
We all fire this shit a shame
I ain't come up off no scam
I'm not a lame I'm not a ham
Niggas lame they sendin' threats
We sendin' shells just like some spam
I ain't get this for inside this shit just let this shit go now
Try to take this shit from me I swear to God it might go down
Swear to God it's gon' go down And
Its fucc who be around
Niggas shoot you on your mans
Dont give a fucc about no frowns damn
Huh yeah niggas lame on God
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Yeah damn yeah come onl go let's get it
Niggas say they carry heat until they fit this microwave
Pull up 80K in cash that's none but what I made today
Watch so big sittin on my wrist look just like I'm Flavor Flay
Bae come shake that ass on me and fucc with them haters say
Big G23 on my waist can't wait to get these niggas phased
Make you put your hands up nigga
Like I said hip hip hooray
50 deep up in the club
My session look like a parade
I do the shit these niggas talkin' about but we ain't playing' charade's
Lil hoe I'm the ace of spades
Lil' bitch I be gettin' paid
Let him meet my micro drac
My micro drac had met his face
A hundred in the fast lane
Get the fucc up out my way
I don't really wanna be with you so I don't wanna stay
Swing my door with micro draco
Nike ski to hide my face
You don't want no smoke with us
Cause this shit here will get you laced
We gon' pull up tinted up yeah you can call us creepin
Nigga pussy as fucc I don't know why the fucc he speakin
Niggas said the wrong name now he steady askin' why we creepin
We stay throwin' guns away don't ask why we don't keep em
Thick bitch she keep shakin' ass but ask why I don't need her
762 big as fucc
Gon' fucc up all his features
This bitch might be bad and bougie but she steady leachin
We gon' do a hit in off-white shades so we don't see it yeah
Barrel like a can hit him and his mans
Niggas lame these niggas playin' games I guess that I'm the man
Bitches suck my dick all on the stage
I guess that they my fans
Me and gang we hop out tinted truccs
The size Sprinter Vans
You ain't gang no we don't fucc with you
We fucc around shoot at you
We kicc her out after a loop-de-loop
Ask what she bout to do
I might come up by a chain
I got that bread from Bustin' Brains
Watch yourself stay in your lane
We all fire this shit a shame
I ain't come up off no scam
I'm not a lame I'm not a ham
Niggas lame they sendin' threats
We sendin' shells just like some spam
I ain't get this for inside this shit just let this shit go now
Try to take this shit from me I swear to God it might go down
Swear to God it's gon' go down And
Its fucc who be around
Niggas shoot you on your mans
Dont give a fucc about no frowns damn
Huh yeah niggas lame on God
Niggas say they carry heat until they fit this microwave
Pull up 80K in cash that's none but what I made today
Watch so big sittin on my wrist look just like I'm Flavor Flay
Bae come shake that ass on me and fucc with them haters say
Big G23 on my waist can't wait to get these niggas phased
Make you put your hands up nigga
Like I said hip hip hooray
50 deep up in the club
My session look like a parade
I do the shit these niggas talkin' about but we ain't playing' charade's
Lil hoe I'm the ace of spades
Lil' bitch I be gettin' paid
Let him meet my micro drac
My micro drac had met his face
A hundred in the fast lane
Get the fucc up out my way
I don't really wanna be with you so I don't wanna stay
Swing my door with micro draco
Nike ski to hide my face
You don't want no smoke with us
Cause this shit here will get you laced
We gon' pull up tinted up yeah you can call us creepin
Nigga pussy as fucc I don't know why the fucc he speakin
Niggas said the wrong name now he steady askin' why we creepin
We stay throwin' guns away don't ask why we don't keep em
Thick bitch she keep shakin' ass but ask why I don't need her
762 big as fucc
Gon' fucc up all his features
This bitch might be bad and bougie but she steady leachin
We gon' do a hit in off-white shades so we don't see it yeah
Barrel like a can hit him and his mans
Niggas lame these niggas playin' games I guess that I'm the man
Bitches suck my dick all on the stage
I guess that they my fans
Me and gang we hop out tinted truccs
The size Sprinter Vans
You ain't gang no we don't fucc with you
We fucc around shoot at you
We kicc her out after a loop-de-loop
Ask what she bout to do
I might come up by a chain
I got that bread from Bustin' Brains
Watch yourself stay in your lane
We all fire this shit a shame
I ain't come up off no scam
I'm not a lame I'm not a ham
Niggas lame they sendin' threats
We sendin' shells just like some spam
I ain't get this for inside this shit just let this shit go now
Try to take this shit from me I swear to God it might go down
Swear to God it's gon' go down And
Its fucc who be around
Niggas shoot you on your mans
Dont give a fucc about no frowns damn
Huh yeah niggas lame on God
Writer: Cee Loc
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