Top Songs By 509 BMG
Lyrics
Ayy, tell the promoter don't even book me if the funds ain't ready
I been getting guap, ****, my pockets too heavy
My brother want the ball, I pass that bitch like Ramon Sessions
My **** came up off of bagging up that devil's lettuce
Baby girl, why you trippin, I ain't see your message
I fucked that hoe and now I'm sweatin' like I popped a Tesla
Ten millimeter, kickin shit like Lionel Messi
I'll smoke your dawg, that wasn't no Cracka Pack, that shit was reggie, ****
I'll smoke your dawg, that wasn't no Cracka Pack, that shit was reggie
Boy, you can't come around this way, you know this shit get deadly, ****
These fuck ****, losing the game, 30-point deficit
I left that **** on the curb, y'all know I'm way ahead of it
I'm tryna turn a pussy **** to a fuckin' vegetable
I could really stretch that dope, just call it Mrs. Incredible
Cracka Pack straight to the face, you know I'm smokin' medical
I told my young **** to suit up, let's get professional
These **** ain't fuckin' with me, cause I ain't fuckin' with them
Gas a **** up, put him in the sky just like a blimp
Subsonic shots, supersonic shit like Shawn Kemp
I need a cane, suit and a cup, do these hoes like a pimp
I ain't have no fuckin' hand out, I got this off the floor
Whatcha know bout pullin' all nighters, baggin' up that dope
I don't know what y'all been thinkin, but I'm with that shit fasho
Ain't gotta poke your window, ****, you ain't even lock your door
I gotta brick of M, it's all white, that bitch look like the pope
Pussy **** frontin' his move, I'm tryna smoke you like a Pote
I been gettin' bread, try to rob, I'll burn a ****, toast
Fuck around and hang that boy, he just gave me the rope
I got em fuckin' with my music, I give **** hope
I don't know why you checkin' me, you need to check your hoe
I don't do no hard drugs, ain't tryna overdose
Lil' Jefe pop up out the cut, he got that telescope
Tell the promoter don't even book me, if the the funds ain't ready, ****
I been gettin' guap, ****, my pockets too heavy
My brother want the ball, I pass that bitch like Ramon Sessions
My **** came up off of baggin' up, devil's lettuce
Baby girl, why you trippin? I ain't see your message
I fucked that hoe and now I'm sweatin' like I popped a Tesla
Ten millimeter, kickin' shit like Lionel Messi
I'll smoke yo dawg, that wasn't no Cracka Pack, that shit was reggie, ****!
Written by: 509 BMG, Fooly Fooly