Lyrics

Lemme know when it drop, Nuez
Ghetto Boyz shit, ****
I was ridin' 'round with a handgun that'll drop a plane
Me and you could wear the same shit, but we not the same
Had my whole right shoulder sore when I shot the K
I just drunk a pint of lean, I got a Wock' to say
Bitch, when we fuck, you gon' leave, why you tryna stay
Ninety thousand in, that's just one watch and chain
Shit talker, I could drop a mixtape and make you stop today
If you a rap ****
Every time you see me out, I got a strap with me
I'ma keep pressin' that on you, 'cause I ain't that ****
**** try to take somethin', he gettin' whacked, ****
**** think it's fake, we sippin'—
**** think we sippin' fakе drank, you smokin' crack, ****
And if your mans agree, he smokin' crack with you
Man, I disagree
Four hoes on me now еatin'—
Four hoes on me now— alright
Four hoes on me now, I'm finna trick or treat
****, I ain't have no gifts under the Christmas tree
For the first Christmas, asked— alright
When I was twelve, asked my mama can I get a heat
She said, "Yeah, but you gotta take it down the street"
I'll jump out on feet, I ain't gotta— ****
Fuck a drive-by, I'll jump out on feet, ****
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
Bitch, if you let me fuck and I nut in you, you stuck with me
Bitch, hey, I got a buck with me
Hundred K cash, plus I got a hundred
Hundred buckshots in the shotgun, I'll touch somethin'
Y'all **** ain't shit, we them one ones
We them one fuckers, yeah
And your bitch is a dick sucker, ****, ayy
Bitch, I got big boogers in my watch
Yeah, I got six bullets in the Glock
But I'ma make 'em count, everybody gettin' hit up top
Yeah, ****, I'm off a six of Wock'
Finna pour another six up, bro, go get a pop
And I got the— the blick up, I ain't gettin' robbed
Ayy, I think I'm gettin' watched
So I'm fresh as hell, Bape'd down even to my socks, ****
I got bored and went and bought a watch, ****
I went broke and went and bought a Glock
The Glock stopped workin' on me, I went and bought a chop
Stole the **** car and took it to the body shop
Ayy, lil' bitch lil' body hot
She always OT
**** talkin' crazy 'cause they can't live like me
****, this an eight, I ain't never poured a three
You ain't never seen me out in public with no heat
****, you know how I'm rockin'
Flint Town, ****, I'll jump out and get it poppin'
****, I don't give a fuck we at the doctor
Y'all **** is imposters
****, I got another on my roster
Let me hear that shit
Written by: Alfred Lenahan, Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
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