Smoking on strong, money long, we don't Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Met this bad broad, she was curvy Sipped out in the middle of the day I early Balling in the middle of the trap, we worried Middle up to the judge and I'm smirking Bring your 'cause you know my gang with me Drop the top on the car, let the tints Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds Michael Myers, Bates, Charles Manson Commas, commas, commas, commas, cashing We fight time and time and time and time and and time
I told my plug "You what I need From you I get on Yeah, uh Two bricks, a triple and a phone So I can make a storm like I do"
with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo Calico spit a Uzi do You'll be so hard to identify when Hit up from arms to your corns and still bleeding All my children of the corn like Stephen King, I met this broad she was Bitch started twerking when them start urr-ing money since 'Got Money' And if you you could vouch for me I need my Block Is Hot money I ain't fucking these pussies like they got something Trampoline with the work, I got the block
I my plug "You know what I need From you I get on Two bricks, a beam and a phone So I can make a like usually do"
Bad bitch on my arm my new lil boo Pussy be so warm and Juicy Fruit Trampoline on dick, I got her twat jumping with the work, I got the block jumping Vaseline on a in case the cops coming with the work in her bra for me Wearing and heels 'round the house for me Wearing lingerie and heels the house for me All these bitches try'na chill thaw out for me Trampoline with the work, I got the jumping Got the
We that dirty We that dirty We that dirty We sipping dirty, you know This Gat pointed at nose, nigga That can't save your soul, no We sipping dirty, yeah We them dirty Haven't even heard you You left the kids by they They haven't even from you We put wig on a shelf We unstable, We unstable, mama be afraid of us They even heard from you, now they gotta search for you We unstable, It ain't looking too good for you, too for you You're ungrateful, That's why I label, yeah I live for myself, yeah I gotta give to myself, Look at all the shit I gave you, Look I did for myself I hid from myself I got no ceilings, yeah I ain't got no for them niggas, no I don't want no dealings with niggas, no