Energy made this one
Aye, get her a new ass, new tits, new lips
She my build-a- bitch
Glock knock the meat out yo Taco, you gon' spill your shit
I don't play Madden, f*ck with me, you gon' get hit sticked
In my DM asking for the sauce, you're a f*cking lick
She like Bandz, you a asshole
Think I give a f*ck about you? Get your ass on
Hate when a bitch bugging me on my damn phone
I could change a bitch like, get your ass on
Usually, I'm a chill nigga, but I might spaz out
Oh, that's your bitch, she with the gang with her ass out
Smoke a ounce and pour a four, damn, I almost passed out
I know you the store runner, that's why you lash out?
Money hungry nigga, I got a disorder
Mexican plug told him to meet me up by the border
Aye, I gotta kill this plug, he's got my cousin out of quarter
Rob a nigga, slap his baby mama, did that out of boredom
Yup, slapped a kid too, now I panned out of tim hortons
Yeah, I know his mama's sick, that she didn't abort him
Got a play on the floor and it's just around the corner
I get taller if I stand on my money, you get shorter
Well, damn haha
Anyways, let me get back to this shit
If she try to set me up, then I'm smacking a bitch
If I catch shh in public, then I'm spazzing a switch
And when I say I'm shooting clips, I'm not acting and shit
No, like when a kid fall, we give head knots
Do that nigga like his mans, that's a head shot
You gotta earn what you get, ain't no handouts
They all in my blunt, I don't got no damn opps
I'm on the streak with my slime, we been high for days
I gotta make it out, I swear I'ma find a way
Catch him walking down Grand river, and we snatched his j's
I thought I told y'all we the zombies, bitch, we look for brains
Walk in the room and catch a body, ain't no need for names
I got a chip on my shoulder, guess I'm better made
I need a driver for a mission, call my nigga James
Aye, this that old school duke
Somebody must of brought him back from the dead or something
Aye, rip RJ, rip Iris
Free all my slimes, nigga, I'm sippin' drinks for all y'all boys
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Energy made this one
Aye, get her a new ass, new tits, new lips
She my build-a- bitch
Glock knock the meat out yo Taco, you gon' spill your shit
I don't play Madden, f*ck with me, you gon' get hit sticked
In my DM asking for the sauce, you're a f*cking lick
She like Bandz, you a asshole
Think I give a f*ck about you? Get your ass on
Hate when a bitch bugging me on my damn phone
I could change a bitch like, get your ass on
Usually, I'm a chill nigga, but I might spaz out
Oh, that's your bitch, she with the gang with her ass out
Smoke a ounce and pour a four, damn, I almost passed out
I know you the store runner, that's why you lash out?
Money hungry nigga, I got a disorder
Mexican plug told him to meet me up by the border
Aye, I gotta kill this plug, he's got my cousin out of quarter
Rob a nigga, slap his baby mama, did that out of boredom
Yup, slapped a kid too, now I panned out of tim hortons
Yeah, I know his mama's sick, that she didn't abort him
Got a play on the floor and it's just around the corner
I get taller if I stand on my money, you get shorter
Well, damn haha
Anyways, let me get back to this shit
If she try to set me up, then I'm smacking a bitch
If I catch shh in public, then I'm spazzing a switch
And when I say I'm shooting clips, I'm not acting and shit
No, like when a kid fall, we give head knots
Do that nigga like his mans, that's a head shot
You gotta earn what you get, ain't no handouts
They all in my blunt, I don't got no damn opps
I'm on the streak with my slime, we been high for days
I gotta make it out, I swear I'ma find a way
Catch him walking down Grand river, and we snatched his j's
I thought I told y'all we the zombies, bitch, we look for brains
Walk in the room and catch a body, ain't no need for names
I got a chip on my shoulder, guess I'm better made
I need a driver for a mission, call my nigga James
Aye, this that old school duke
Somebody must of brought him back from the dead or something
Aye, rip RJ, rip Iris
Free all my slimes, nigga, I'm sippin' drinks for all y'all boys
Aye, get her a new ass, new tits, new lips
She my build-a- bitch
Glock knock the meat out yo Taco, you gon' spill your shit
I don't play Madden, f*ck with me, you gon' get hit sticked
In my DM asking for the sauce, you're a f*cking lick
She like Bandz, you a asshole
Think I give a f*ck about you? Get your ass on
Hate when a bitch bugging me on my damn phone
I could change a bitch like, get your ass on
Usually, I'm a chill nigga, but I might spaz out
Oh, that's your bitch, she with the gang with her ass out
Smoke a ounce and pour a four, damn, I almost passed out
I know you the store runner, that's why you lash out?
Money hungry nigga, I got a disorder
Mexican plug told him to meet me up by the border
Aye, I gotta kill this plug, he's got my cousin out of quarter
Rob a nigga, slap his baby mama, did that out of boredom
Yup, slapped a kid too, now I panned out of tim hortons
Yeah, I know his mama's sick, that she didn't abort him
Got a play on the floor and it's just around the corner
I get taller if I stand on my money, you get shorter
Well, damn haha
Anyways, let me get back to this shit
If she try to set me up, then I'm smacking a bitch
If I catch shh in public, then I'm spazzing a switch
And when I say I'm shooting clips, I'm not acting and shit
No, like when a kid fall, we give head knots
Do that nigga like his mans, that's a head shot
You gotta earn what you get, ain't no handouts
They all in my blunt, I don't got no damn opps
I'm on the streak with my slime, we been high for days
I gotta make it out, I swear I'ma find a way
Catch him walking down Grand river, and we snatched his j's
I thought I told y'all we the zombies, bitch, we look for brains
Walk in the room and catch a body, ain't no need for names
I got a chip on my shoulder, guess I'm better made
I need a driver for a mission, call my nigga James
Aye, this that old school duke
Somebody must of brought him back from the dead or something
Aye, rip RJ, rip Iris
Free all my slimes, nigga, I'm sippin' drinks for all y'all boys
Writer: Lonnie Warren
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