Tell the opps to check da score cause they ass still losin
Put 4 ounces in two liter now a nigga snoozin
Niggas hatin on me cause I got they bitches choosin
If ya point cha gun at me then bitch you betta use it
Hit my line you need some dope I'm sellin pounds of OG
Ask around on 87th everybody know me
When I'm slidin through in traffic keep that pistol low key
I can't sell that nigga dope he talkin to the police
Turn his op ass to a vegetable
30 clip on the gun it's flexible
Whatchu need shorty got hella dope
Got xans got pints got edibles
When you make bread feel incredible
Yo money real small like a decimal
Too many hoes to text ya kno
Tryna call my phone unacceptable
Ion wanna talk stop callin my phone
Tryna rob me shorty what you on
Pull a kick door on the opps I'm gone
Gotta G 23 with the matte black chrome
Ion wanna drive if the car too slow
Speed limit 45 but I'm goin 6-0
Simp ass nigga waste money on hoes
Spend all yo guap now yo ass went broke
Look at you dumb ass niggas y'all ass went broke tryna get head
You betta redeem yourself with that lil six shot like yo ass playin red dead
Come through shootin guns at a nissan
Talk to the cops swear to god you a peon
New car make the outside neon
You aint gettin money ion kno whatcha be on
I f*ck yo bitch Ima leave when I'm finish
If he see us trappin then we gon blast at the witness
Baggin up dope in the back of the kitchen
After that bitch leave finessin them niggas her mission
Tell the opps to check da score cause they ass still losin
Put 4 ounces in two liter now a nigga snoozin
Niggas hatin on me cause I got they bitches choosin
If ya point cha gun at me then bitch you betta use it
Hit my line you need some dope I'm sellin pounds of OG
Ask around on 87th everybody know me
When I'm slidin through in traffic keep that pistol low key
I can't sell that nigga dope he talkin to the police
If you snitchin nigga stay the f*ck away from me
If you get too close I got this 38 on me
Bullets paint a picture that yo ass don't wanna see
Neva did a drill I swear that you a wannabe
Niggas thinkin they got something to prove
Until they get hit with that gun and then they ass ona news
You disrespect my niggas
We gon pop atcha crew
Just have yo 40 glock witcha
That's my advice to you
I got bitches all colors
Got some black and some yellow
Pick my phone up like hello
This a lil thot from the ghetto
Shoot the gun one time hear the echo
Got dogs in the back I ain't talkin petco
Been doin this shit from the get go
Grip on the gun I can't let go
Bitch wanna f*ck told the bitch let's go
But hold on
First I gotta check my calendar
I'm so tired of the broke ass hoes
But just know
Try to rob me I'm gon blast at her
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Tell the opps to check da score cause they ass still losin
Put 4 ounces in two liter now a nigga snoozin
Niggas hatin on me cause I got they bitches choosin
If ya point cha gun at me then bitch you betta use it
Hit my line you need some dope I'm sellin pounds of OG
Ask around on 87th everybody know me
When I'm slidin through in traffic keep that pistol low key
I can't sell that nigga dope he talkin to the police
Turn his op ass to a vegetable
30 clip on the gun it's flexible
Whatchu need shorty got hella dope
Got xans got pints got edibles
When you make bread feel incredible
Yo money real small like a decimal
Too many hoes to text ya kno
Tryna call my phone unacceptable
Ion wanna talk stop callin my phone
Tryna rob me shorty what you on
Pull a kick door on the opps I'm gone
Gotta G 23 with the matte black chrome
Ion wanna drive if the car too slow
Speed limit 45 but I'm goin 6-0
Simp ass nigga waste money on hoes
Spend all yo guap now yo ass went broke
Look at you dumb ass niggas y'all ass went broke tryna get head
You betta redeem yourself with that lil six shot like yo ass playin red dead
Come through shootin guns at a nissan
Talk to the cops swear to god you a peon
New car make the outside neon
You aint gettin money ion kno whatcha be on
I f*ck yo bitch Ima leave when I'm finish
If he see us trappin then we gon blast at the witness
Baggin up dope in the back of the kitchen
After that bitch leave finessin them niggas her mission
Tell the opps to check da score cause they ass still losin
Put 4 ounces in two liter now a nigga snoozin
Niggas hatin on me cause I got they bitches choosin
If ya point cha gun at me then bitch you betta use it
Hit my line you need some dope I'm sellin pounds of OG
Ask around on 87th everybody know me
When I'm slidin through in traffic keep that pistol low key
I can't sell that nigga dope he talkin to the police
If you snitchin nigga stay the f*ck away from me
If you get too close I got this 38 on me
Bullets paint a picture that yo ass don't wanna see
Neva did a drill I swear that you a wannabe
Niggas thinkin they got something to prove
Until they get hit with that gun and then they ass ona news
You disrespect my niggas
We gon pop atcha crew
Just have yo 40 glock witcha
That's my advice to you
I got bitches all colors
Got some black and some yellow
Pick my phone up like hello
This a lil thot from the ghetto
Shoot the gun one time hear the echo
Got dogs in the back I ain't talkin petco
Been doin this shit from the get go
Grip on the gun I can't let go
Bitch wanna f*ck told the bitch let's go
But hold on
First I gotta check my calendar
I'm so tired of the broke ass hoes
But just know
Try to rob me I'm gon blast at her
Put 4 ounces in two liter now a nigga snoozin
Niggas hatin on me cause I got they bitches choosin
If ya point cha gun at me then bitch you betta use it
Hit my line you need some dope I'm sellin pounds of OG
Ask around on 87th everybody know me
When I'm slidin through in traffic keep that pistol low key
I can't sell that nigga dope he talkin to the police
Turn his op ass to a vegetable
30 clip on the gun it's flexible
Whatchu need shorty got hella dope
Got xans got pints got edibles
When you make bread feel incredible
Yo money real small like a decimal
Too many hoes to text ya kno
Tryna call my phone unacceptable
Ion wanna talk stop callin my phone
Tryna rob me shorty what you on
Pull a kick door on the opps I'm gone
Gotta G 23 with the matte black chrome
Ion wanna drive if the car too slow
Speed limit 45 but I'm goin 6-0
Simp ass nigga waste money on hoes
Spend all yo guap now yo ass went broke
Look at you dumb ass niggas y'all ass went broke tryna get head
You betta redeem yourself with that lil six shot like yo ass playin red dead
Come through shootin guns at a nissan
Talk to the cops swear to god you a peon
New car make the outside neon
You aint gettin money ion kno whatcha be on
I f*ck yo bitch Ima leave when I'm finish
If he see us trappin then we gon blast at the witness
Baggin up dope in the back of the kitchen
After that bitch leave finessin them niggas her mission
Tell the opps to check da score cause they ass still losin
Put 4 ounces in two liter now a nigga snoozin
Niggas hatin on me cause I got they bitches choosin
If ya point cha gun at me then bitch you betta use it
Hit my line you need some dope I'm sellin pounds of OG
Ask around on 87th everybody know me
When I'm slidin through in traffic keep that pistol low key
I can't sell that nigga dope he talkin to the police
If you snitchin nigga stay the f*ck away from me
If you get too close I got this 38 on me
Bullets paint a picture that yo ass don't wanna see
Neva did a drill I swear that you a wannabe
Niggas thinkin they got something to prove
Until they get hit with that gun and then they ass ona news
You disrespect my niggas
We gon pop atcha crew
Just have yo 40 glock witcha
That's my advice to you
I got bitches all colors
Got some black and some yellow
Pick my phone up like hello
This a lil thot from the ghetto
Shoot the gun one time hear the echo
Got dogs in the back I ain't talkin petco
Been doin this shit from the get go
Grip on the gun I can't let go
Bitch wanna f*ck told the bitch let's go
But hold on
First I gotta check my calendar
I'm so tired of the broke ass hoes
But just know
Try to rob me I'm gon blast at her
Writer: Antoine Jones
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