[Woah, woah
[Yeah, yeah
Pablo, how you do it?
I’m a boss seat in this b#tch so don’t get fired up [Fire
No, I don’t care about no b#tch, she won’t get five bucks [Hey
I got .223’s, I’m not a fighter [Boom, boom, boom
Rise up, put your fire up to the sky, yeah [b#tch, b#tch]
Me and Lawsy got like three bad b#tches, just a lineup [Woah
Gang, we know you ain’t gang, stop throwin’ signs up [Gang, gang
Gang, I put him on a shirt because I slide, uh [Uh
Got the pills, got a smoke, who got a lighter?
I’m a boss seat in this b#tch so don’t get fired up [Fire
No, I don’t care about no b#tch, she won’t get five bucks [Hey
I got .223’s, I’m not a fighter [Boom, boom, boom
Rise up, put your fire up to the sky, yeah [b#tch, b#tch]
Put your fire up, but you ain’t finna shoot
I was talkin’ to a b#tch, now hе in a noose
She know I’m a big dog, big ruff
And me and lil’ Jеty be slidin’ out of the roof
And I’m sippin’ lean like it’s juice
f#ck takin’ only one Perc’, I take two
Rockin’ with the stick, Rick on my shoes
Ayy, I count money and I f#ck hoes
I take Xans to pass the time when I’m all alone
Don’t be sellin’ no Percs’ on the low
Yeah, I be doin’ sh#t that I can’t show
The feds on my #ss, they done tapped my phone
And me and Jety, yeah, we up on the road
Was up in the A, now I’m back in the O
I like how she dance
She like how I move
Your b#tch in my DMs, like damn, she smooth
I pop a Perc’ and then I’m like, “Damn, snooze”
Can’t leave without the damn tool
She said I got hoes, like, “Damn, I do”
Pull up with the glock like, “Peekaboo” [Yeah
Got too many b#tches, I can’t choose
Mmm, yeah
Talk that
Mmm, yeah
Talk, opp
Mmm, la-la
Now your b#tch gon’ pass out on my
Runnin’ from the cops, cops
Shootin’ at the opps, opps
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Marjety Lyrics – Lighter