Pop a thot, that’s just how i get started
I been tweaking, i been feeling heartless
Spot an opp and start acting retarded
sh#t get tact’, put the dot on the target
And i’m not with the media sh#t
And that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesing his whip
I could never believe me a b#tch
I could never be slipping, b#tch, i keep the heat by the hip (got this beat from cash, not from youtube)
Bro said he could see by the limp
I be f#cking on hoes after hoes, they might think i’m a pimp
I just hope they don’t think i’m a lick, glocky’ll hold like 2 3 in the clip
Spinning block after block tryna see if it’s lit
Sending shot after shot green beam won’t miss
n#gg#s capping, but let’s talk about it
Like that ratchet, i can’t walk without it
Do a hit, brodie walk up on feet
He got blitzed tryna walk up on me
2 knocks, 2 goons tryna hawk us a g
I’m too sturdy when i’m off the drink
Oh she thirsty, get low when she drink
Brodie thirsty, he don’t even think
Said he snatching my chain, ok, that’s what he think
n#gg# dumb, better ask what he drink
Finger numb, i click fast how he blink
Beat it up, got her #ss on the sink
Ran it up, hunnid racks in the bank
Throwback, i tote the mac in the mink
And i don’t do the talking too much
Bro told me chill, i was tossing too much
I got knocked, i was totin’ too much
Feeling like diddy, he was always too clutch
On a drill, i get in and i’m out
Spin again, take a trip to his house
He turned rat, got to picking ’em out
All dior, i be drippin’ it out
He move wock then the stick comin’ out
Bullets they hit him, blood drip through his mouth
Ask about it, i get active like with or without it
Ask about it, get to curving a b#tch if she childish
Get to blowing the sh#t tryna down him
n#gg#s envy and sh#t but i’m ’bout it, got him pouting
She elite, i’m in love with her mouth
Too elite how i blitz, i be huntin’ him down
sh#t a dream, now i’m runnin’ the down
I come straight from the hood, i was young and runnin’ ’em down
Pop a thot, that’s just how i get started
I been tweaking, i been feeling heartless
Spot an opp and start acting retarded
sh#t get tact’, put the dot on the target
And i’m not with the media sh#t
And that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesing his whip
I could never believe me a b#tch
I could never be slipping, b#tch, i keep the heat by the hip (got this beat from cash, not from youtube)
Bro said he could see by the limp
I be f#cking on hoes after hoes, they might think i’m a pimp
I just hope they don’t think i’m a lick, glocky’ll hold like 2 3 in the clip
Spinning block after block tryna see if it’s lit
Sending shot after shot green beam won’t miss
n#gg#s capping, but let’s talk about it
Like that ratchet, i can’t walk without it
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