Smoking on strong, money long, we reason Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Met this bad little broad, she was out in the middle of the day I started early Balling in the of the trap, we ain't worried Middle up to the judge and I'm smirking Bring your squad you know my gang with me Drop the top on the car, let the tints Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, snatching Michael Myers, Bates, Charles Manson Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas We fight time and and time and time and time and time
I told my plug "You know what I From you I get on Yeah, uh Two bricks, a beam and a phone So I can make a storm like I do"
Banging my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo spit like a Uzi do You'll be so hard to identify when Hit up from your arms to your corns and still All my children of the corn like Stephen King, I met this she was curvy Bitch started twerking when whips start urr-ing Getting money since Money' And if you real you vouch for me I still need my Block Is Hot I ain't with these pussies like they got something Trampoline with the work, I got the jumping
I told my "You know what I need you when I get on Two bricks, a triple beam and a So I can make a storm usually do"
Bad on my arm that's my new lil boo Pussy be so warm and it's Fruit Trampoline on this dick, I got her jumping Trampoline the work, I got the block jumping Vaseline on a brick in case the cops Trafficking the work in her bra for me Wearing lingerie and 'round the house for me Wearing lingerie and heels 'round the for me All these bitches try'na chill then out for me with the work, I got the block jumping Got the
We sipping that We that dirty We that dirty We that dirty, you know This Gat at your nose, nigga vest can't save your soul, no We sipping that dirty, We doing them Haven't even heard you You left the kids by they They haven't even from you We put your wig on a We unstable, We unstable, Your mama be of us They haven't even heard 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 gotta for myself, yeah I gotta to myself, yeah at all the shit I gave you, yeah Look I did for myself I never hid myself I got no ceilings, yeah I ain't got no feelings for niggas, no I don't want no dealings them niggas, no