Aye, aye, aye, yea, okay, yeah, okay
Yeah, okay , yeah, okay,
Yeah, okay, yeah, yea, yea, okay, okay, yea
If it ain't bout money I don't wanna talk
ARP walk down on the block
You not gone step go home you soft
Big bank roll my pockets knots
Don't come in the trap, tryna f*ck up the plot
My nigga whack shit right on the spot
Go in the hotel I got the Glock
Boy you bet not move, you might popped
Aye, aye, yea, come in the front door f*ck the back bitch
You know I got shots nine millimeter, hit your back
Nigga looking like a op
Nigga, you whack, don't play that shit
Don't even pass him the aux
Nigga be tripping, I'm not tryna box
Six hundred bucks a brand new Glock
Don't come on the scene you might get chalked
I'm pouring up drank
I don't wanna stop
Might be too late but we got tomorrow
But f*ck that shit
Me and my niggas going to ball
Scope out the block I'm hitting them all
Nigga I don't miss he dead ah
Junkies calling, meet me at the mall
I don't wanna spin back I want him gone
Nigga be talking that hot shit don't wanna see me go off
Better run down, do not walk up
If I turn around, I'm picking him off
And if I'm in the jam I'm fin to pay that fee
Nigga come give me the cost
My young nigga fin to hit that bank
Pull up in an SRT on the block
I been going dummy you know I go off
She like my style I'm dripping sauce
I came in the pod tryna set it off
Nigga not on shit he scared running telling the law
Aye, nigga better back off, like f*ck that shit, come in like the boss
Too many rules I'm not going to follow
She sucking me good she eat it she swallow
GKAP be popping a perc what the f*ck is pain
Nigga we need the whole bottle
If I'm in the street, I'm doing a high-speed chase
Nigga I'm giving that throttle
Bad bitch hit my line tryna f*ck this hoe really a model
This ain't Fortnite I got hell of bucks come through like top shot-ta
She want that Gucci Louis and Prada
Walk in with a Draco that hoe silent
Don't make a sound you might die by it
That nigga a snitch he never be quiet
Nigga, you on paper, we know you told him
I got a few bowls, I sell for the low
Come in the spot I'm serving the shake
And if you run down nigga you get ate
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Aye, aye, aye, yea, okay, yeah, okay
Yeah, okay , yeah, okay,
Yeah, okay, yeah, yea, yea, okay, okay, yea
If it ain't bout money I don't wanna talk
ARP walk down on the block
You not gone step go home you soft
Big bank roll my pockets knots
Don't come in the trap, tryna f*ck up the plot
My nigga whack shit right on the spot
Go in the hotel I got the Glock
Boy you bet not move, you might popped
Aye, aye, yea, come in the front door f*ck the back bitch
You know I got shots nine millimeter, hit your back
Nigga looking like a op
Nigga, you whack, don't play that shit
Don't even pass him the aux
Nigga be tripping, I'm not tryna box
Six hundred bucks a brand new Glock
Don't come on the scene you might get chalked
I'm pouring up drank
I don't wanna stop
Might be too late but we got tomorrow
But f*ck that shit
Me and my niggas going to ball
Scope out the block I'm hitting them all
Nigga I don't miss he dead ah
Junkies calling, meet me at the mall
I don't wanna spin back I want him gone
Nigga be talking that hot shit don't wanna see me go off
Better run down, do not walk up
If I turn around, I'm picking him off
And if I'm in the jam I'm fin to pay that fee
Nigga come give me the cost
My young nigga fin to hit that bank
Pull up in an SRT on the block
I been going dummy you know I go off
She like my style I'm dripping sauce
I came in the pod tryna set it off
Nigga not on shit he scared running telling the law
Aye, nigga better back off, like f*ck that shit, come in like the boss
Too many rules I'm not going to follow
She sucking me good she eat it she swallow
GKAP be popping a perc what the f*ck is pain
Nigga we need the whole bottle
If I'm in the street, I'm doing a high-speed chase
Nigga I'm giving that throttle
Bad bitch hit my line tryna f*ck this hoe really a model
This ain't Fortnite I got hell of bucks come through like top shot-ta
She want that Gucci Louis and Prada
Walk in with a Draco that hoe silent
Don't make a sound you might die by it
That nigga a snitch he never be quiet
Nigga, you on paper, we know you told him
I got a few bowls, I sell for the low
Come in the spot I'm serving the shake
And if you run down nigga you get ate
Yeah, okay , yeah, okay,
Yeah, okay, yeah, yea, yea, okay, okay, yea
If it ain't bout money I don't wanna talk
ARP walk down on the block
You not gone step go home you soft
Big bank roll my pockets knots
Don't come in the trap, tryna f*ck up the plot
My nigga whack shit right on the spot
Go in the hotel I got the Glock
Boy you bet not move, you might popped
Aye, aye, yea, come in the front door f*ck the back bitch
You know I got shots nine millimeter, hit your back
Nigga looking like a op
Nigga, you whack, don't play that shit
Don't even pass him the aux
Nigga be tripping, I'm not tryna box
Six hundred bucks a brand new Glock
Don't come on the scene you might get chalked
I'm pouring up drank
I don't wanna stop
Might be too late but we got tomorrow
But f*ck that shit
Me and my niggas going to ball
Scope out the block I'm hitting them all
Nigga I don't miss he dead ah
Junkies calling, meet me at the mall
I don't wanna spin back I want him gone
Nigga be talking that hot shit don't wanna see me go off
Better run down, do not walk up
If I turn around, I'm picking him off
And if I'm in the jam I'm fin to pay that fee
Nigga come give me the cost
My young nigga fin to hit that bank
Pull up in an SRT on the block
I been going dummy you know I go off
She like my style I'm dripping sauce
I came in the pod tryna set it off
Nigga not on shit he scared running telling the law
Aye, nigga better back off, like f*ck that shit, come in like the boss
Too many rules I'm not going to follow
She sucking me good she eat it she swallow
GKAP be popping a perc what the f*ck is pain
Nigga we need the whole bottle
If I'm in the street, I'm doing a high-speed chase
Nigga I'm giving that throttle
Bad bitch hit my line tryna f*ck this hoe really a model
This ain't Fortnite I got hell of bucks come through like top shot-ta
She want that Gucci Louis and Prada
Walk in with a Draco that hoe silent
Don't make a sound you might die by it
That nigga a snitch he never be quiet
Nigga, you on paper, we know you told him
I got a few bowls, I sell for the low
Come in the spot I'm serving the shake
And if you run down nigga you get ate
Writer: Kaylen Barlow
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