N.P.O

I’m yo ****, you can holla at me, you can holla at me, P, nah sayin'

Nah ****, what’s really going on? Tell me what’s good, cuz

**** gettin' hit wit' dat brrr, can’t find blood

Murder what she wrote but after that, she was giving throat

Boyfriend trippin', must ain’t know I take ****' hoes

Northside ****, where I’m from we take ****' poles

Stockton Killafonia, if you ain’t locked in, ya can’t go

Bitch, I’m from the valley, where yo kid can get smacked down

Bullets get to flying like ad-libs in my background

NPO ****, put da Mack down, sheesh

BDE clique, we don’t back down, sheesh

Nah, I ain’t a pimp but I got hoes like a golf field

If you ain’t keepin' it trill wit' none of yo **** then what they round for?

Fuck up off the block, boy, we da real hot boys

500 degrees when I step inside the stu, cuz

That’s without the jewlery on, I live an expensive life

My bitches treat me right, even though I never spend the night

Even know I got some hoes calling my phone every night

Even know I got some hoes calling my phone every night

I'm a real player, real smooth to descend into the blues

You can never win with the bitch if you lose your cool

Her new **** was never a new ****, you just never knew

Better around the block, what you thought? She wasn't a thot

You laid up, hugging bops, some hugging the blocks

Shorty to the game, it ain't the same, you gotta maintain

Never leave the house without my thang, 'bout my thang, thang

In and out the lane, press the button, it go beep-beep

Cutting off the hoe just for thinking she can ask me

Boy, I keep a blick long as Shack's feet

Bitches in the back, locked up in the back seat

I'll play the hoe before I let the hoe play me

From LA to the Bay, know they for Blueface, baby

Nah ****, what’s really going on? Tell me what’s good, cuz

**** gettin' hit wit' dat brrr, can’t find blood

Nah ****, what’s really going on? Tell me what’s good, cuz

**** gettin' hit wit' dat brrr, can’t find blood