[Izzie on the beat
Cartiers frames on my face, we ain’t drip this hard [You can’t drip like this
Dripping over him, know my boy they dripping hard
They flexing with them toolie, but don’t make them pull your car
Shoots dead in your sh#t, yeah that’s a face car [Yeah
Hit a bane b#tch, man I hit your main bra [Yeah
Kung Fu flexing real hard, don’t get your chain snatched
Got your b#tch she in the back, giving Bortlen good head [Yeah
And she really want that cheese, most on me for talking bread
Yeah my neefa talking bread, we smoking reefa
Getting head from all your b#tchеs
Queen Latifa with the toolie, how we sеt sh#t off
She eat the dick like a golf ball, come here lil’ b#tch, voicemail
I gotta f#ck on the b#tch, she don’t wanna let the clique, she think that my dawg gon’ tell
But b#tch you know we is a runner, you know we ain’t telling nobody we getting the money
f#ck on that b#tch, dick in the kidney, her rib cage, even all in her stomach
Run up the check, run up the check, that p#ss# wet, aw damn
Young n#gg# world, better get with the motherf#cking program
This a young n#gg# world and we came from Vingston, take over the Earth
I got a whole lotta semi automatics, bought two new trums and b#tch they work
Don’t play with us, ’cause this is the gang and if you f#ck with us
We got some goons who bust your brains
Cartiers frames on my face, we ain’t drip this hard [You can’t drip like this
Dripping over him, know my boy they dripping hard
They flexing with them toolie, but don’t make them pull your car
Shoots dead in your sh#t, yeah that’s a face car [Yeah
Hit a bane b#tch, man I hit your main bra [Yeah
Kung Fu flexing real hard, don’t get your chain snatched
Got your b#tch she in the back, giving Bortlen good head [Yeah
And she really want that cheese, most on me for talking bread
Man I turned that b#tch in, we just chilling with her
She a real roadrunner, whole city with it
Thirty rob ’em, I’ma pop him, I’ma get the n#gg#
If you round him, if you ridin’ with him, we gon’ kill ya n#gg#
I don’t give a f#ck, you better not tell nun
n#gg# talking like they on it, they some snails, huh
Too slow for the gang, we goin’ past them
Double loud, boutta whiff, oh loud
Oh yeah, yeah, slash sh#t in the past time
If you talking with that cash, we gon’ tax it
Third rack, oh round, gon’ slash him
Splash gang, I’ma hit him with the fume
Tasmanian devil, turn around, turn around, you better help him
Dig it up, do you dig? It’s a shovel
I’ma hit him in the head, I can help him, nah
I’m talking like hoe, ay, shawty thick like been she eating cornbread, oh yeah
Dick in her like it’s a waterfall
Dig in it, oh yeah, I’ma dig it all
Ha, ain’t the one to hit it all
Yeah, nuke town, I’ma get him
Yeah, she sucking dick, she like my adlib
Yeah, got her act like ooh
Cartiers frames on my face, we ain’t drip this hard [You can’t drip like this
Dripping over him, know my boy they dripping hard
They flexing with them toolie, but don’t make them pull your car
Shoots dead in your sh#t, yeah that’s a face car [Yeah
Hit a bane b#tch, man I hit your main bra [Yeah
Kung Fu flexing real hard, don’t get your chain snatched
Got your b#tch she in the back, giving Bortlen good head [Yeah
And she really want that cheese, most on me for talking bread
Damn, I just really need that cash, I just really need that bag
Fourty, where my pass at, I be all about that check
Put them diamonds on my neck, put them diamonds on my wrist
Now your b#tch, she on my dick, she done sucked lil’ Melly clip
Bullets shooting in her mouth
I’m just thuggin’ in the sun, tryna get my money right
Yeah I got it right, now I’m flexing on these hater
Yeah, running to that paper, boy I need it now or later, ay
Huh, say I need it now or later
Free my n#gg# Dee man, man I swear I love you cuh
Thuggin’ in the G, hell nah I ain’t from the Dub
n#gg# play with me, we gon’ put his #ss to sleep, yeah
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