God damn
My pockets are full
I think I got too many racks
Ha ha
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Shop at palm angels, we get to the racks
If you flexin' commas yo bag gettin' snatched
Boy you be lackin' your clip ain't attached
You are a rat, 69 of your trap
Stop all that lyin' bitch take off that cap
I make blue hunnids while you take a nap
He gettin' tired, i'm still runnin' laps
Yes i'm protected, i keep me a strap
I ran it up, put my team on the map
She got on her knees like she shootin' a crap
I will not chat with you this is not snap
Bitch this is not snap
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Im at Saks, poppin' tags
She bust it back but she don't know the half
Im ridin' around with an illegal strap
My hat is a fitted, but i never cap
Break you like a rillo, bitch you are a wrap
I feel like im Nav when I tap, tap, tap
Throw that ass back make it clap, clap, clap
I throw some racks in a Gucci backpack
I get the cheese, my first name should be Mac
He was down bad and I gave him a bag
12 took my money I had to bounce back
Yeah they took my cash
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
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God damn
My pockets are full
I think I got too many racks
Ha ha
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Shop at palm angels, we get to the racks
If you flexin' commas yo bag gettin' snatched
Boy you be lackin' your clip ain't attached
You are a rat, 69 of your trap
Stop all that lyin' bitch take off that cap
I make blue hunnids while you take a nap
He gettin' tired, i'm still runnin' laps
Yes i'm protected, i keep me a strap
I ran it up, put my team on the map
She got on her knees like she shootin' a crap
I will not chat with you this is not snap
Bitch this is not snap
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Im at Saks, poppin' tags
She bust it back but she don't know the half
Im ridin' around with an illegal strap
My hat is a fitted, but i never cap
Break you like a rillo, bitch you are a wrap
I feel like im Nav when I tap, tap, tap
Throw that ass back make it clap, clap, clap
I throw some racks in a Gucci backpack
I get the cheese, my first name should be Mac
He was down bad and I gave him a bag
12 took my money I had to bounce back
Yeah they took my cash
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
My pockets are full
I think I got too many racks
Ha ha
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Shop at palm angels, we get to the racks
If you flexin' commas yo bag gettin' snatched
Boy you be lackin' your clip ain't attached
You are a rat, 69 of your trap
Stop all that lyin' bitch take off that cap
I make blue hunnids while you take a nap
He gettin' tired, i'm still runnin' laps
Yes i'm protected, i keep me a strap
I ran it up, put my team on the map
She got on her knees like she shootin' a crap
I will not chat with you this is not snap
Bitch this is not snap
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Im at Saks, poppin' tags
She bust it back but she don't know the half
Im ridin' around with an illegal strap
My hat is a fitted, but i never cap
Break you like a rillo, bitch you are a wrap
I feel like im Nav when I tap, tap, tap
Throw that ass back make it clap, clap, clap
I throw some racks in a Gucci backpack
I get the cheese, my first name should be Mac
He was down bad and I gave him a bag
12 took my money I had to bounce back
Yeah they took my cash
I walk with a whole lotta knots in these jeans
Im screamin' out sayin' f*ck the police
I feel like i'm Hulk when i pop the green bean
My boy like the coke, we call him Charlie Sheen
Im smokin' on gas, 93, its supreme
She wanna f*ck me, i pass her to the team
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam
I break the gar down and i fill it with green
Run up on me and i pop at your spleen
I double the cup and now i pour the lean
I was in the trap servin' all of these fiends
Uh huh, servin' all of these fiends
Writer: Jackson Jones
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