Uhhh
Baby I need Helmut, I need racks
Bout to cop Ksubi’s, throw it in the bag
Glocky got extended mag
Get like me
And I’m always on her mind
Im there, ain’t free
Honestly
This n#gg# said he checking chicken out the b#tch, like no way
We know that n#gg# ain’t finna shoot, put that pole away
And I heard that girl finna choose, put yo hoe away
My b#tch finna come real soon, put yo clothes away
Baby, I’m just playing, I’m just cappin’
I be eatin’ up Hibachi, why these n#gg#s eating rations?
And my Glock butt-naked, I need to cop me new attachments
I knew these n#gg#s been p#ss#, I can tell by how they actin’
Ou-wee
Baby I got them- uh
Baby I got them blue
Baby I don’t know
Hop in a Scat, I’m gone
3.5, n#gg#, that strong
Don’t ask me to put you on
n#gg# been broke for too long
I got shoes-
Baby I need Helmut, I need racks
Bout to cop Ksubi’s, throw it in the bag
Glocky got extended mag
Get like me
And I’m always on her mind
Im there, ain’t free
Honestly
Bout these n#gg#s ain’t got no mack
Broke as f#ck, and they still mad
I don’t get that, flexing all them lil’ racks
Lil’ n#gg# put it back
Lil’ n#gg# put it back
I f#cked my dream girl with the lights on
She shaking #ss in the club soon as it’s my song
You pushing 30 #ss can’t even put you on
Correct me if I’m wrong, but you took too long
Correct me if I’m wrong, we should get it uh-uh
Im that type of n#gg# that like being alone
Stop asking questions bout sh#t because I’m too strung
Stop asking question bout sh#t because I’m too strung, uhhh
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