Pop 2 percs like where they at
On yo turf im with that mag
My n#gg#s serve, need that sack
Got work, ima need that bag
Chop twerk, ion need no mag
Try and hurt, we gon bleed him back
Blowin on that purp, ion need no act
About my gang, i go berserk, know i need my slats
Choppa bang, its gon burst, ima need his head
N my b#tch look like a curse, yea my nina bad
On the block, b#tch im gon lurk, spread my wings like bat
Watch yo mouth boy, you’ll get murked, you dont be on that
Blowing thrax, i get guap, hunnid bags
He get robbed boy, run it back
Money walk, b#tch im gon sag
Hop in saks, poppin tags
I might just go cop some swag
Yea, dont f#ck with cops they fags
That boy say he hot, he cap
FSG on top, he last
I spin yo block, it’s wraps
Keep this sh#t on lock like max
You ain’t got no rocks, thats glass
You ain’t got no guap, you lackin
Stack my money up tall, I’m stackin
Can’t love no hoe, i’m mackin
I’m sellin that dope, get racks in
It go down, i got that mac
Lookin now, like damn, what happened?
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