Skrt off in that whip
Got a pound of the piff
5 guns no permit im goin on my 6th
You niggaz play the bench
I feel like curry in the stretch
Used to never have nothin now you know i gotta flex
Know fiends in the hood and they still smokin wet
Still got a little homie serve 2 for the 10
Used to f*ck a bitch out in Brooklyn
Then i got chick out in Staten (Island)
Thick puerto rican shorty with the brown skin
Loud mouth on the phone she be wilin
Neimans top floor i be stylin
The re up lookin like a mountain
Steppin out a shop spendin new money
Steppin out a jet in a new country
I remember when i used to look dusty
I remember i aint had one custy
Now the trap boomin what it look like
Throw it in the pot what it cook like
Ass fat shorty show me what it look like
Scrambled eggs in the morning hope she cook right
This year know im dubbin bitches on sight
Had to fall back get my funds right
Brother upstate had to send kites
I just want the ghost in that pearl white
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Skrt off in that whip
Got a pound of the piff
5 guns no permit im goin on my 6th
You niggaz play the bench
I feel like curry in the stretch
Used to never have nothin now you know i gotta flex
Know fiends in the hood and they still smokin wet
Still got a little homie serve 2 for the 10
Used to f*ck a bitch out in Brooklyn
Then i got chick out in Staten (Island)
Thick puerto rican shorty with the brown skin
Loud mouth on the phone she be wilin
Neimans top floor i be stylin
The re up lookin like a mountain
Steppin out a shop spendin new money
Steppin out a jet in a new country
I remember when i used to look dusty
I remember i aint had one custy
Now the trap boomin what it look like
Throw it in the pot what it cook like
Ass fat shorty show me what it look like
Scrambled eggs in the morning hope she cook right
This year know im dubbin bitches on sight
Had to fall back get my funds right
Brother upstate had to send kites
I just want the ghost in that pearl white
Got a pound of the piff
5 guns no permit im goin on my 6th
You niggaz play the bench
I feel like curry in the stretch
Used to never have nothin now you know i gotta flex
Know fiends in the hood and they still smokin wet
Still got a little homie serve 2 for the 10
Used to f*ck a bitch out in Brooklyn
Then i got chick out in Staten (Island)
Thick puerto rican shorty with the brown skin
Loud mouth on the phone she be wilin
Neimans top floor i be stylin
The re up lookin like a mountain
Steppin out a shop spendin new money
Steppin out a jet in a new country
I remember when i used to look dusty
I remember i aint had one custy
Now the trap boomin what it look like
Throw it in the pot what it cook like
Ass fat shorty show me what it look like
Scrambled eggs in the morning hope she cook right
This year know im dubbin bitches on sight
Had to fall back get my funds right
Brother upstate had to send kites
I just want the ghost in that pearl white
Writer: Ivan Bobe Jr
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