(Intro)
I'm still drinking Christop
And now I spit it in ya face, bitch
Put this dick in ya mouth
And tell me how it taste, bitch!
I'm keepin' that x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
(Verse)
Run around with Artie
All go party
Lavish sneakers
Don't fuck with Mauri's
Got a bitch named Tari
Ass like the hari
I eat that pussy
Like calamari
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track, whoa
Man, these hoes ain't shit,
But cheese on the bar
And I still might hit,
Shooting dice for my life
I swear to God you thrife
For my wanna-be wife
Nip-nat, patty-wat
Give her dog a bone, bitch
Fuck yo head,
Cause you gon' need a high cone
If I bought ten watches,
I still wouldn't have the time
For yo bullshit, you full o'bullshit
I'm just a young nigga flexed out
White girl, put ya chest out
New wheels, put a bail out
Free chase like a bail out
I don't fuck wit no sneak pussy
No dried up too deep pussy
Yeah, that's yo girl
But my name's on that neat pussy
(Hook)
Got me feelin' like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
(Verse)
So I told my nigga K
Lemme hold a hundid K
He said yo best night
I can make it back today
So I hit my nigga Ray
He in the hood
That's big homie
A nigga eatin' good
Week-ends in my pull-out boxes
Got a nurse bitch that's a head doctor
Coojie sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back shots like a kiropractor
Working back from my skeezers
Put this Glock in ya face like tweezers
Dick hard like Ice
Bitch, open up, I'm freezin'!
I bust them onions
And pop them hundids
But she ain't stoppin'
She just keep suckin'
I'm ova seas
I'm not a villain
But free my hood,
These niggas tellin'
(Hook)
Seven fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Seven fifty like whoa
(Muthafuckas gotta wait on this)
(EST, that's my muthafuckin' team)
Came in the game like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all these fucks
Rap game like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' what they cookin' out
It's coke!
Sixteen bars and the pure white
32 opus of good night
Sayin '50 like (Craa)
Burnin' everybody on the turnpipe
The block is neva silent
It's ten o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already hearin' sirens
These mutharfuckers is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' seein' my wallet
I'm tryna get the cross
Ova money like I'm nervous
I may neva caught you drivin'
I'm tryna supersize it,
So I'm lookin' down at David
You lookin' to bake alive
Man, you barely left the city
I'm flying up to Anale
Goddamn it, I'm starvin'
This yung boy cris
Drink a pipe to the j lows
Yeah, that's my babe
Got an ass like J-Lo
If ya hatin', betta stay low
Scratch that
If ya hatin', betta stay low
No, I'm not Hispanic
But I swear this young man
Go hard for the peso
I go hard for the peso
Back then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole hood say whoa
Yeah say whoa
(Make the whole hood say whoa)
And if I wanted I get it, I see it, I hit it
I bet she gon' say no
(Hook)
Seven fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya bitch like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Seven fifty like whoa
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