Got 20 inch on my rims I'm livin' life like it's Sims
I got a light-skinned lil' bitch like a Pair of some timbs
When it pull up, no discussion You know we gettin' to bustin
My nigga got them f*ckin' drums Like we up in percussion
And I ain't playin' with no lame nigga Know that I'm gon' aim, nigga
Hit em point blank from that motherf*ckin' range, nigga
You don't really hear me, but they gonna feel me
I pull up with a bad lil' bitch, her name nana
Glokk, yea
Nah, for real, I keep on spendin' cash I really need to budget
I keep scorin' on these hoes, I keep my hand above the bucket
She get nasty, I ain't say too much, I pull up, she gon' suck
You a Middleton, you ain't the boss, he never finna buck
It's a lot of hoes inside this coupe, we hop out like a truck
We gon' pull up to the function, bitch, we finna f*ck it up
Had to double up, it's Barry, Captain Crunch inside my cup
I been punchin', tryin' to get the bands, niggas in the scam
Damn, it's crazy, she was just a hater, turn her to a fan
I can get lit when I want, these niggas pop out when they can
I got off-white on in different color, look like different brand
Smoke 3 blunts before I go to sleep, I'm testin' out the strand
He a rat, he ain't get no cheese', still told on your man
Keep the blicky, and my shit be tuck, might pull out from the sock
In the telly with a white hoe, we invested in some stock
I got all different kinda glizzies, I ain't got no opps
If I had to get him gone, just know a random just got dropped, nigga
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Got 20 inch on my rims I'm livin' life like it's Sims
I got a light-skinned lil' bitch like a Pair of some timbs
When it pull up, no discussion You know we gettin' to bustin
My nigga got them f*ckin' drums Like we up in percussion
And I ain't playin' with no lame nigga Know that I'm gon' aim, nigga
Hit em point blank from that motherf*ckin' range, nigga
You don't really hear me, but they gonna feel me
I pull up with a bad lil' bitch, her name nana
Glokk, yea
Nah, for real, I keep on spendin' cash I really need to budget
I keep scorin' on these hoes, I keep my hand above the bucket
She get nasty, I ain't say too much, I pull up, she gon' suck
You a Middleton, you ain't the boss, he never finna buck
It's a lot of hoes inside this coupe, we hop out like a truck
We gon' pull up to the function, bitch, we finna f*ck it up
Had to double up, it's Barry, Captain Crunch inside my cup
I been punchin', tryin' to get the bands, niggas in the scam
Damn, it's crazy, she was just a hater, turn her to a fan
I can get lit when I want, these niggas pop out when they can
I got off-white on in different color, look like different brand
Smoke 3 blunts before I go to sleep, I'm testin' out the strand
He a rat, he ain't get no cheese', still told on your man
Keep the blicky, and my shit be tuck, might pull out from the sock
In the telly with a white hoe, we invested in some stock
I got all different kinda glizzies, I ain't got no opps
If I had to get him gone, just know a random just got dropped, nigga
I got a light-skinned lil' bitch like a Pair of some timbs
When it pull up, no discussion You know we gettin' to bustin
My nigga got them f*ckin' drums Like we up in percussion
And I ain't playin' with no lame nigga Know that I'm gon' aim, nigga
Hit em point blank from that motherf*ckin' range, nigga
You don't really hear me, but they gonna feel me
I pull up with a bad lil' bitch, her name nana
Glokk, yea
Nah, for real, I keep on spendin' cash I really need to budget
I keep scorin' on these hoes, I keep my hand above the bucket
She get nasty, I ain't say too much, I pull up, she gon' suck
You a Middleton, you ain't the boss, he never finna buck
It's a lot of hoes inside this coupe, we hop out like a truck
We gon' pull up to the function, bitch, we finna f*ck it up
Had to double up, it's Barry, Captain Crunch inside my cup
I been punchin', tryin' to get the bands, niggas in the scam
Damn, it's crazy, she was just a hater, turn her to a fan
I can get lit when I want, these niggas pop out when they can
I got off-white on in different color, look like different brand
Smoke 3 blunts before I go to sleep, I'm testin' out the strand
He a rat, he ain't get no cheese', still told on your man
Keep the blicky, and my shit be tuck, might pull out from the sock
In the telly with a white hoe, we invested in some stock
I got all different kinda glizzies, I ain't got no opps
If I had to get him gone, just know a random just got dropped, nigga
Writer: ZeDrian Burrell
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