Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rollie on me iced out
You ain't bout that action pussy **** need to pipe down
Bih give me that pussy give it here im talking right now
Kilo on my neck I keep a glizzy I can't fight now
We got white good dope and the price right
VV's shine in the dark like a night light
Pop up with them choppas pussy **** we not bike life
9 pints of that l-l-lean that's a light bite
10 O's of that og gas I got a bale on me
Dropout by the bag pussy **** ain't no scale on me
Choppa in the VIP at my show I keep a shell on me
Ain't beefing with these rappers cause I know they gonna tell on me
Shoot it out hell nah what the fuck is that
Pop up where he at prrt, bow leave a **** flat
**** really pussy yeah that **** he a cat
Get stuck in that jam I bet that pussy **** rat
That's a fact
Waste a case of hi tec on my bezel
Smoking dead opps fuck yo patnas im so disrespectful
Hoodfame gang we rebels take this bitch into another level
I know my time coming I been talking to the devil
Hoodfame Killuminati I ride with ak no shotty
They took my **** Zack now we going body for body
1 up top ahk in the trenches lurking to mozzy
I'ma send a thotty pop up clear the whole posse
Bitch just for a profit cook that dope like hibachi
Run up in yo spot mask up like tekashi
Balenciaga runners **** these ain't hurraches
Bitch I got that sauce get it hot like sirachi
[Verse 2]
Sauced up, flossed up
Hoodfame BMO bitch you know we bossed up
You inside the mall you don't wanna cross us
Why you kissing on that bitch **** she gon' talk stuff, freak
And that bitch you cuffin', she really a stalker
She done fucked on everybody from Alan to Stoker
Fuck a drive-by, me and my **** do walk-ups
Get you ended for pennies, life you livin' don't cost much
I'm still clutchin' in the cut, don't get it twisted like pretzel
I fucked you bitch and then i left her, I show her she nothin' special
Big ol' rocks all in my bezel got you shit lookin' like pebbles
All these Glock with all these dots, I spot you face up like a freckle
Stay on the gas like I'm drivin' and my foot stuck on the pedal
I keep the metal, big ol' tooka for **** that like to wrestle
If we beefin', ain't no settle, we go extra with the pressure
Shoot your shit up back-to-back until the mission come successful
Fuck the waitin', I'm aggressive, tryna fuck this bitch like right quick
I want the head soon as I met her, ain't really with all that nice shit
Beat that lil bitch face up how they did ridin' with night sticks
Then I'm back to the block trappin', tryna run up on a nice lick
Trappin' and jackin', boy, this rappin' was just a hobby
I get my check, I'm coppin' Masi's, we can't fuck with no Bugattis
Let them choppers get to poppin', aim at tops, we don't do bodies
All my **** know they 'bout it, they ridin' like Kawasakis
We want smoke, we want all the smoke and ain't talkin' 'bout reefer
Balenciagas when I'm steppin', ain't no Filas or Addidas
Pussy **** turned to opps, I shoulda never gave 'em features
We don't need 'em, now they bitches wanna eat us like a pizza
Big racks, keepin' them stacks, you know ain't no visas
Bitch, I'm flashy with this money, stuntin' like Evil Knievel
Good dope, every stack I'm stackin' up is gon' be ether
I'm with Shel back in the kitchen, whippin' them hits up like the Beatles
Written by: Kyrin Peters, Ronnie Beal Sibley