LYRIC

(Verse 1)
Tell me how you want it nigga, Hard or Soft?
My doors up, and you know my roof is off
Thick bitch wit me & you know her top is off
I aim at yo top, then I knock it off
And if you holdin nigga ima snatch ya pockets off
You ain't gone let me fuck, Bitch? Knock it off
You better use yo head fo' I knock it off
Sellin dope, bitch I'm in the trap, gettin this profit off
My prices real low, cuz I knocked it off
Choppa hit that nigga, he get found wit his socks off
Ima cool nigga, but I'm hotter than some hot sauce
Pull up on the opps block, then we let Glocks off
I'm back in the trap house, I gotta get my rocks off
These niggas so bozo they keep poppin thots off
Let a nigga try some fuck shit
And ima show him that I ain't the one to fuck with
We don't like them niggas, always on some tough shit
We invite bitches in mansions to suck dick
17 shots in this Glock, ion need no stick
Cuz it's about 200 shots in this one whip
Fuck nigga whats the hold up?
These big bankrolls don't fold up
I punch a nigga in his eye till it close up
Hunnit shots in the kel tec & it fold up
If he don't pay on that payday, ima go nuts
We all in yo fuckin gang way with them Cobras
I was in the cell, broke as hell eatin cold cuts
Rollin hard off the ecstasy & I couldn't nut
We take yo life, choppa with the knife we be cuttin up
Playin cards, I need one mic, you would think I'm Naz
Free all my niggas, gotta live life behind bars
I grew up around killers shooting niggas off handle bars
All my niggas on some gang shit
So you better watch who the fuck you hang with
Red tape cuz my niggas love to paint shit
No face or no case I say can't shit
I hit the bank and I count figures
Gotta watch for these opp niggas
Cuz niggas out to get me
So I got this Nina Ross with me
You pillow talk to hoes, it don't fit me
You don't really love me, bitch you can't trick me
When we catch a homicide, you hear sirens
Cuz all my niggas wildin, they violent
We done snuck all our poles in the club
And if a nigga mug then you know it go up
I'm a rockstar nigga, and we do high speeds on cop cars nigga
Fuck nigga, what's the hold up?
You say you wit it, you gon have to show us
Travel with unlimited Glocks on this tour bus
They all ears now, they used to ignore us
And you can't name a nigga that's gon extort us
Them hollowtips hit yo whip it's gone blow up
I make a bitch suck my dick til she throw up
Choppa hit his ass, leave him like a white bitch wit no butt
Tires burn, I'm in the foreign doin donuts
Bullets burn, boy you gon learn if you try us
A big worm fuck up a perm, I give no fucks
I confirm, bitch I'm the plug, I need intern
Ridin with this mac on me, that's a 50 shot
Hit the block, wack a opp even tho the cops hot
I done made a whole lotta money out this crock pot
I pulled up on him wit my juvy out now his block hot, block hot

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