This is a certified hood classic
If shit hit the fan, you gon' be a fan
Up in the kitchen wit pots and the pans Shout out my brother, he doin them scams
Shawty a freak, she suck it on cam Say that they can, but I know that they can't
My jeans saggin', bands in my pants Screaming my name, you hearin' the chants
I'm gon' get it, just give me a chance I'm throwin' racks yeah
Shawty gon' dance The way that she move, yeah, got me in trance
I'm gettin' cheddar, yeah, don't need an advance
Sippin that drink, yeah, RIP Yams
I got the chop, ain't talkin' bout lamb
Badass bitch and her booty on damn My blick jelly, that shit don't jam
Gotta stay focused and stick to the plan You see the snake on the fitted
They cannot ride if they is not with it If we go down, hope the charges acquitted
Gon' get mine, what's the price, what's the ticket
I gotta cop for the L.O. they is all talk they all no shows
Im wit my dawg finna po fo Takin' a flight finna move slow
I just be chillin', post up on the ave Mixin' designer, this Rick and some Raf
Finna go roll up, I blew through a half They do the talkin', so I just laughed
Been up all night, gotta get me some rest now
I'm goin' up, got em stressed out Told him, catch up, try your best now
I put some love in this cup Touch my stuff, then it's up and its stuck
Try your luck, cause we keep one tucked Mess with the fam, then we gettin' buck
I gotta go, I'm packin' my things Finna take off, you seein' the wings
Making the plays, I'm pullin' the strings They so salty, I know that it sting
If it's smoke, I let it sing If it's smoke, then drop the ping
I be in Cali with a ting Tryin' to win the team a ring
If shit hit the fan, you gon' be a fan
Up in the kitchen wit pots and the pans Shout out my brother, he doin them scams
Shawty a freak, she suck it on cam Say that they can, but I know that they can't
My jeans saggin', bands in my pants Screaming my name, you hearin' the chants
I'm gon' get it, just give me a chance I'm throwin' racks yeah
Shawty gon' dance The way that she move, yeah, got me in trance
I'm gettin' cheddar, yeah, don't need an advance
Sippin that drink, yeah, RIP Yams
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This is a certified hood classic
If shit hit the fan, you gon' be a fan
Up in the kitchen wit pots and the pans Shout out my brother, he doin them scams
Shawty a freak, she suck it on cam Say that they can, but I know that they can't
My jeans saggin', bands in my pants Screaming my name, you hearin' the chants
I'm gon' get it, just give me a chance I'm throwin' racks yeah
Shawty gon' dance The way that she move, yeah, got me in trance
I'm gettin' cheddar, yeah, don't need an advance
Sippin that drink, yeah, RIP Yams
I got the chop, ain't talkin' bout lamb
Badass bitch and her booty on damn My blick jelly, that shit don't jam
Gotta stay focused and stick to the plan You see the snake on the fitted
They cannot ride if they is not with it If we go down, hope the charges acquitted
Gon' get mine, what's the price, what's the ticket
I gotta cop for the L.O. they is all talk they all no shows
Im wit my dawg finna po fo Takin' a flight finna move slow
I just be chillin', post up on the ave Mixin' designer, this Rick and some Raf
Finna go roll up, I blew through a half They do the talkin', so I just laughed
Been up all night, gotta get me some rest now
I'm goin' up, got em stressed out Told him, catch up, try your best now
I put some love in this cup Touch my stuff, then it's up and its stuck
Try your luck, cause we keep one tucked Mess with the fam, then we gettin' buck
I gotta go, I'm packin' my things Finna take off, you seein' the wings
Making the plays, I'm pullin' the strings They so salty, I know that it sting
If it's smoke, I let it sing If it's smoke, then drop the ping
I be in Cali with a ting Tryin' to win the team a ring
If shit hit the fan, you gon' be a fan
Up in the kitchen wit pots and the pans Shout out my brother, he doin them scams
Shawty a freak, she suck it on cam Say that they can, but I know that they can't
My jeans saggin', bands in my pants Screaming my name, you hearin' the chants
I'm gon' get it, just give me a chance I'm throwin' racks yeah
Shawty gon' dance The way that she move, yeah, got me in trance
I'm gettin' cheddar, yeah, don't need an advance
Sippin that drink, yeah, RIP Yams
If shit hit the fan, you gon' be a fan
Up in the kitchen wit pots and the pans Shout out my brother, he doin them scams
Shawty a freak, she suck it on cam Say that they can, but I know that they can't
My jeans saggin', bands in my pants Screaming my name, you hearin' the chants
I'm gon' get it, just give me a chance I'm throwin' racks yeah
Shawty gon' dance The way that she move, yeah, got me in trance
I'm gettin' cheddar, yeah, don't need an advance
Sippin that drink, yeah, RIP Yams
I got the chop, ain't talkin' bout lamb
Badass bitch and her booty on damn My blick jelly, that shit don't jam
Gotta stay focused and stick to the plan You see the snake on the fitted
They cannot ride if they is not with it If we go down, hope the charges acquitted
Gon' get mine, what's the price, what's the ticket
I gotta cop for the L.O. they is all talk they all no shows
Im wit my dawg finna po fo Takin' a flight finna move slow
I just be chillin', post up on the ave Mixin' designer, this Rick and some Raf
Finna go roll up, I blew through a half They do the talkin', so I just laughed
Been up all night, gotta get me some rest now
I'm goin' up, got em stressed out Told him, catch up, try your best now
I put some love in this cup Touch my stuff, then it's up and its stuck
Try your luck, cause we keep one tucked Mess with the fam, then we gettin' buck
I gotta go, I'm packin' my things Finna take off, you seein' the wings
Making the plays, I'm pullin' the strings They so salty, I know that it sting
If it's smoke, I let it sing If it's smoke, then drop the ping
I be in Cali with a ting Tryin' to win the team a ring
If shit hit the fan, you gon' be a fan
Up in the kitchen wit pots and the pans Shout out my brother, he doin them scams
Shawty a freak, she suck it on cam Say that they can, but I know that they can't
My jeans saggin', bands in my pants Screaming my name, you hearin' the chants
I'm gon' get it, just give me a chance I'm throwin' racks yeah
Shawty gon' dance The way that she move, yeah, got me in trance
I'm gettin' cheddar, yeah, don't need an advance
Sippin that drink, yeah, RIP Yams
Writer: Antonio Garcia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid