Smoking on dope while I’m reaching for my banger
Blunt stay with me like (?)
This b#tch want me to drink bubble, I don’t drink that
Six hundred for this whole g#ngb#nging
Pulling bricks out trucks ’cause you on
Getting money, Glo Gang, f#ck you on?
Man, Tadoe got a couple white b#tches
Do it all the same, man, they driving with them sh#ts
Damn high, so I went straight to the trap house
On the block, b#tch, this the safe house
Got a 100 thou stashed in the safe house
Let a n#gg# run up in the safe house, K up
Got a whole lot of dope, got a whole lot of hoes, got a whole lot of motherf#cking money
Got a whole lot of cribs, got a whole lot of traps, got a bad white b#tch selling for me
‘Bout to work around her tummy
Get on the road like a road runner
Pack of B of money
Better have my money by sunday
If you don’t, that’s yo mama
Send my 300 goons, they coming
Thirty boppers with a drum and
Clapping hard like a n#gg# Osama
Pull up and get to dumping
We sending shots, y’all p#ssies running
(?)
Y’all p#ss# boys don’t be on nothing
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