Lyrics

God damn, woke up to a hunnid missed calls
**** tryna shop from this—
100 players waitin' on me at the spot
Steady blowin' my line, ****, you tryna shop or not?
Feel like Jeezy in 2009, bitch, I'ma trap or die
Took me a few months to get that pussy, now she tappin' out
Knew she was a freak, the way she came around me actin' shy
Smokin' Cherry Pie, shit got me higher than a astronaut
Know we got them birds, ****, I can make the package fly
Run through designer shirts like Hanes
I can ice it or go plain
I can purchase ****' brain
I can hurt 'em, but I'm humble (grrr)
We got chickens just like Cane's
I got rich off Mary Jane
Grew up servin' my own uncles
**** play, I'm on his bumper
Get to trippin' in this bitch
My lil' **** with me, and he got that switchy on his stick
Gotta play the game right, right now it's tricky as it get
Give a dub to my lil' bitch, and take the rest straight to the plug
How the fuck you hate on me, and we both got it out the mud?
Give yo partner back them racks, you postin’ know that shit ain't yours
All these bitches 'round here chasin' motion, know that shit ain't love
These Versace Moon boots, lil' bitch, you know these ain't no Uggs
**** still ain't did more numbers, give a fuck about they buzz
Bitch, I mastermind this shit, 'cause I'm the chosen one
**** know we swang the pole like golf, we put a hole in one
Know if we get caught, not one of my dogs gon' tell the police nun'
Soon as we get rolled, lil' bro take off his button
Shit take em less than sixty seconds
Travel for that pure dope, take it right back to the city stretch it
Most these rappers weird, don’t wan’ get near us cuz my clique aggressive
Rappin' like there killers in they hood, these **** ain't respected
**** went against me from my hood, and now that **** restin'
Queese was screaming he KasinoK and now that **** breathless
50 thought that he was gettin' away, we caught him tryna exit
When it's beef, bitch, we get reckless
I'm that **** from my section
100K just for a watch, 50K just for a necklace
Cut his head off, we gon' mail it to the opps to send a message
Free my brother, he just got G5'd, he had to stab his celly
Bitch, I feel like Machiavelli
Don't gotta say "Go", we ready
Texas chainsaw, No machetes
Choppers out we armed and deadly
**** money funny, Eddie Griffin
Bitch my diamonds steady glisten
I bought mail with no prescription
Leave you dead with no redemption
I can never leave the block, that's like a car with no ignition
We don't be the ones that start it, but guarantee the ones who finish
****, I be in the lab just like a chemist
I don't give these hoes my heart, I'm in they mouth just like a dentist
My lil' brother smackin' OG, he been strapped since he got sentenced
**** act like they had hoed me, got head-tapped about my pendant
Ghetto trophy on my wrist, shit got me wet like I went swimmin'
Goin' like Tony, send a blitz at me, I'ma take some **** with me
****, that's the plug callin'
Posted with lil' jit, but I ain't quit 'cause, bitch, I love ballin'
Aim it at his lips soon as you see him, since he love talkin'
Thought I was a lick, and now they gotta get that boy a coffin
Know I sip on mud like coffee
I gotta shake these bitches off me
Got these pussy **** salty
If I want it, I'ma get it
I don't trip on what it cost me, stack that paper just to spend it
All I hang around is bosses
Chasin' cake, no time to kick it
I like all my diamonds flawless, I like all my money neat
Tryna stack my shit the tallest
Bitch I do this for the streets
We them **** throwin' crosses, we ain't worried 'bout no beef
You tryna eat, step in my office
Written by: LilCJ Kasino
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