A guy by the name of Pepperjack Zoe
Ha [Ahh-wooo
Clee
Ha-ha
Look, look
f#ck the front door we coming
Through the backend [Through the backend
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’ [Get to clappin’
p#ss# n#gg# tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up
223 and rugers
F&n and choppa’s [Choppa’s
When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’ [Know they really poppin’
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys bе living like that [Living like that]
We from thе home of the sea
But the land that’s where we pop ya [Where we pop ya
I know them boys be hating
Till we blow like trending topics [Trending topics
He popping Perc thirty
Tell that boy he need to stop it [He need to stop it
She eating on that dick too neat
She needs to slop it
Oh they paying them n#gg#s
Oh they training them n#gg#s
We was caught in traffic now we just
Be shaking them n#gg#s
Bop and weave
Left. Right
We be spanking these n#gg#s
Now you know me, say my name
End up paying me n#gg#
Oh you see them tryna pay us for the
Shows now
No more H&M that’s designer on the
Clothes now
We be from that state where them
Boys be screaming
Zoe pound
T’D up
All my n#gg#s really fresh
Know we glee’d up
Glee’d up head to toe now
We tryna get that score now
These n#gg#s say they ‘bout it
But they know where really hoes now
These n#gg#s say they ‘bout it
But they know where really hoes now
We tryna raise the score so you know
We gotta blow down
f#ck the front door we coming
Through the backend [Through the backend
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’ [Get to clappin’
p#ss# n#gg# tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up [Duh duh
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up [Skrrt, skrrt
223 and rugers [Duh duh
F&n and choppa’s [Duh duh
When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’ [Skrrt, skrrt
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys be living like that
Yea, you know I’m higher than a kite
Now [Duh duh
This a round trip
I had to jump up on a flight now
One night stand she ain’t boutta
Spend the night now
I’m in the sports car [Skrrt, skrrt
Ain’t no stopping at the light now
Trapland Pat yea, Trapland Pat
You ain’t never gotta ask man you
Know I’m strap
You ain’t never gotta ask I’m really
In them traps. [Duh duh
And you ain’t never gotta ask I really
Flip them packs
She throw it back, slow motion
I ain’t sipping purple, sipping on that
Pink potion
A1A baby you got to go to coasting
Landed on the cloud baby I ain’t with
The floating
Yea convicted felons with illegal
Weapons [duh duh
Who like to go to stepping
If they feel threatened
They ain’t no playing now
Pull up spraying now do that [Duh duh
[Duh duh duh] [Duh duh duh
That’s a man down
f#ck the front door we coming
Through the backend
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’
p#ss# n#gg# tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up
223 and rugers
F&n and choppa’s
When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys be living like that
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