Uh, yeah yeah
Niggas they talk like they gettin' it
None of them niggas ain't really be gettin' it uh
Go to the mall and I'm spending it
My niggas you know we countin' them Benjamins uh
Walk in the Glock got extensions
No Beyblade my nigga you run up I'm ripping it uh
Double the cup yeah I'm sippin' it uh
She throw that back and I'm grippin' it uh
She f*ck with the kid she know I'm a player
I'm tryna f*ck no no I can't date her
Rolling up cookies bitch call me a baker
Smoking on dope, this shit different flavors
Glock with a beam, this shit got a laser
Nigga run up then he catching them vapors
Gas so loud that it wake up the neighbors
Got two grams inside a Raw paper
Yeah these niggas don't want no smoke
Put that shit to his throat yeah I hope he don't choke, uh
Nigga this ain't no joke
My niggas they come through they doing the most
Kweez and Kai they pull up in a Lamb
My nigga you know I pulled up in a Ghost, uh
Double the Blickies and tripled the clips
Nigga run up he get smoked like a zit
Nigga be talking like he with the shits
He not with the shits, that nigga a cold bitch
I'm feelin' moody we spinnin' through strips
You will get popped just for runnin' 'ya lips
These niggas already know who it is
F*ck on that bitch put the dick in her ribs
She wanna f*ck but she can't have my kids
Uh, yeah, it is what it is
Niggas they cappin' they don't got a glick
Don't f*ck with my dad that nigga a bitch
They freed my Unc Dot he was playin' with sticks, uh
Bullets that rip through 'ya skin
Yeah, I'm tryna slide on the ops yeah
Op bitch give me the drop, eh
Thot bitch give me the top yeah
Talking that sloppy top
We pulling up and we shot at 'ya window
Stick got a scope and the clip is extendo
Bitch keep tryna play games Nintendo
Smoking on cookies I'm smoking on Indo
Bad bitch she wan' be friends
I wanna f*ck and count my bands uh
She keep on saying she love me so I had to skate I ain't talkin' no Vans uh
These people they see I'm the man
They seeing me doing my thing on the Gram, uh
They sneak diss on close friends, bitches is devious got me like damn uh
Bitch is annoying she keep saying period, uh
She make a young nigga furious
She really f*cked the whole gang and still wanna cuff me
Like, bitch is you serious?
Uh, bitch is you serious?
Uh, bitch is you serious uh
No I don't want that little bitch
I'm tryna get my niggas rich
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Uh, yeah yeah
Niggas they talk like they gettin' it
None of them niggas ain't really be gettin' it uh
Go to the mall and I'm spending it
My niggas you know we countin' them Benjamins uh
Walk in the Glock got extensions
No Beyblade my nigga you run up I'm ripping it uh
Double the cup yeah I'm sippin' it uh
She throw that back and I'm grippin' it uh
She f*ck with the kid she know I'm a player
I'm tryna f*ck no no I can't date her
Rolling up cookies bitch call me a baker
Smoking on dope, this shit different flavors
Glock with a beam, this shit got a laser
Nigga run up then he catching them vapors
Gas so loud that it wake up the neighbors
Got two grams inside a Raw paper
Yeah these niggas don't want no smoke
Put that shit to his throat yeah I hope he don't choke, uh
Nigga this ain't no joke
My niggas they come through they doing the most
Kweez and Kai they pull up in a Lamb
My nigga you know I pulled up in a Ghost, uh
Double the Blickies and tripled the clips
Nigga run up he get smoked like a zit
Nigga be talking like he with the shits
He not with the shits, that nigga a cold bitch
I'm feelin' moody we spinnin' through strips
You will get popped just for runnin' 'ya lips
These niggas already know who it is
F*ck on that bitch put the dick in her ribs
She wanna f*ck but she can't have my kids
Uh, yeah, it is what it is
Niggas they cappin' they don't got a glick
Don't f*ck with my dad that nigga a bitch
They freed my Unc Dot he was playin' with sticks, uh
Bullets that rip through 'ya skin
Yeah, I'm tryna slide on the ops yeah
Op bitch give me the drop, eh
Thot bitch give me the top yeah
Talking that sloppy top
We pulling up and we shot at 'ya window
Stick got a scope and the clip is extendo
Bitch keep tryna play games Nintendo
Smoking on cookies I'm smoking on Indo
Bad bitch she wan' be friends
I wanna f*ck and count my bands uh
She keep on saying she love me so I had to skate I ain't talkin' no Vans uh
These people they see I'm the man
They seeing me doing my thing on the Gram, uh
They sneak diss on close friends, bitches is devious got me like damn uh
Bitch is annoying she keep saying period, uh
She make a young nigga furious
She really f*cked the whole gang and still wanna cuff me
Like, bitch is you serious?
Uh, bitch is you serious?
Uh, bitch is you serious uh
No I don't want that little bitch
I'm tryna get my niggas rich
Niggas they talk like they gettin' it
None of them niggas ain't really be gettin' it uh
Go to the mall and I'm spending it
My niggas you know we countin' them Benjamins uh
Walk in the Glock got extensions
No Beyblade my nigga you run up I'm ripping it uh
Double the cup yeah I'm sippin' it uh
She throw that back and I'm grippin' it uh
She f*ck with the kid she know I'm a player
I'm tryna f*ck no no I can't date her
Rolling up cookies bitch call me a baker
Smoking on dope, this shit different flavors
Glock with a beam, this shit got a laser
Nigga run up then he catching them vapors
Gas so loud that it wake up the neighbors
Got two grams inside a Raw paper
Yeah these niggas don't want no smoke
Put that shit to his throat yeah I hope he don't choke, uh
Nigga this ain't no joke
My niggas they come through they doing the most
Kweez and Kai they pull up in a Lamb
My nigga you know I pulled up in a Ghost, uh
Double the Blickies and tripled the clips
Nigga run up he get smoked like a zit
Nigga be talking like he with the shits
He not with the shits, that nigga a cold bitch
I'm feelin' moody we spinnin' through strips
You will get popped just for runnin' 'ya lips
These niggas already know who it is
F*ck on that bitch put the dick in her ribs
She wanna f*ck but she can't have my kids
Uh, yeah, it is what it is
Niggas they cappin' they don't got a glick
Don't f*ck with my dad that nigga a bitch
They freed my Unc Dot he was playin' with sticks, uh
Bullets that rip through 'ya skin
Yeah, I'm tryna slide on the ops yeah
Op bitch give me the drop, eh
Thot bitch give me the top yeah
Talking that sloppy top
We pulling up and we shot at 'ya window
Stick got a scope and the clip is extendo
Bitch keep tryna play games Nintendo
Smoking on cookies I'm smoking on Indo
Bad bitch she wan' be friends
I wanna f*ck and count my bands uh
She keep on saying she love me so I had to skate I ain't talkin' no Vans uh
These people they see I'm the man
They seeing me doing my thing on the Gram, uh
They sneak diss on close friends, bitches is devious got me like damn uh
Bitch is annoying she keep saying period, uh
She make a young nigga furious
She really f*cked the whole gang and still wanna cuff me
Like, bitch is you serious?
Uh, bitch is you serious?
Uh, bitch is you serious uh
No I don't want that little bitch
I'm tryna get my niggas rich
Writer: Kai Benji, Yung Kweez
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