I know a opp who got shot, he feel like he Trump how he survived
I know a bitch thats bad as all the type to make you cross that line
You the type ya homie get shot up then after you go whine
This bag big as hell, and 'bout my money or family i'll slide
In the trap with my slime, i've been hustling every night
Not just time to time, rather be judged by carrying my fire
This three five six shit put a k after we send you high
Get you high, these exotics get you on that shh time
Its that five percent thang, we slide your way and roll 'em down
I told slime to stop the car cause if its me i'm jumping out
I f*ck hoes and after that i'll tell you what we talk about
I told shordy give the drop and bet she dropping without doubt
We keep Thotiana sticks, they always got a dick in 'em
We the ones thats sending shots, we ain't ever taking em
Them goofies prolly good for writing books, by How they make shit up
This that stove on hip is known for how it bakes shit up
Swinging choppas in the jungle, shout out that boy Tarzan
I bet wassaname get high he knowing where the stars at
I can't name a time I got hungry and i was starving
Cause i was outside hustling, aiming for the target
I'm smoking on some cookie dough, shoutout cuz on holly road
I really only trust my pole, that bitch don't jam when I blow
Plenty blicks no coat, thats how I stay warm where I roam
Catch you creeping ima send you same age as Doodie Lo
The only thing I really miss is the money that I spent
JayB, and Donna too, you speak on them that shit a mess
Goofy got shot and he lived you can't even call that blessed
I bet he only got shot because his driver was a bitch
He didn't make it to check in, that deserves another hit
Spot 'em quick, with my eyes its like I got three of them
Celebrating when Mak gets out with a whole bottle of gin
Dissing on the dead, ay mak I got them mad again
We got a bible when we slide right after washing away sins
Did you have her naw i been since a little kid
Even if you didn't learn, finna be the same way that you bled
I know a opp who got shot, then posted pictures to Fifty Cent
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I know a opp who got shot, he feel like he Trump how he survived
I know a bitch thats bad as all the type to make you cross that line
You the type ya homie get shot up then after you go whine
This bag big as hell, and 'bout my money or family i'll slide
In the trap with my slime, i've been hustling every night
Not just time to time, rather be judged by carrying my fire
This three five six shit put a k after we send you high
Get you high, these exotics get you on that shh time
Its that five percent thang, we slide your way and roll 'em down
I told slime to stop the car cause if its me i'm jumping out
I f*ck hoes and after that i'll tell you what we talk about
I told shordy give the drop and bet she dropping without doubt
We keep Thotiana sticks, they always got a dick in 'em
We the ones thats sending shots, we ain't ever taking em
Them goofies prolly good for writing books, by How they make shit up
This that stove on hip is known for how it bakes shit up
Swinging choppas in the jungle, shout out that boy Tarzan
I bet wassaname get high he knowing where the stars at
I can't name a time I got hungry and i was starving
Cause i was outside hustling, aiming for the target
I'm smoking on some cookie dough, shoutout cuz on holly road
I really only trust my pole, that bitch don't jam when I blow
Plenty blicks no coat, thats how I stay warm where I roam
Catch you creeping ima send you same age as Doodie Lo
The only thing I really miss is the money that I spent
JayB, and Donna too, you speak on them that shit a mess
Goofy got shot and he lived you can't even call that blessed
I bet he only got shot because his driver was a bitch
He didn't make it to check in, that deserves another hit
Spot 'em quick, with my eyes its like I got three of them
Celebrating when Mak gets out with a whole bottle of gin
Dissing on the dead, ay mak I got them mad again
We got a bible when we slide right after washing away sins
Did you have her naw i been since a little kid
Even if you didn't learn, finna be the same way that you bled
I know a opp who got shot, then posted pictures to Fifty Cent
I know a bitch thats bad as all the type to make you cross that line
You the type ya homie get shot up then after you go whine
This bag big as hell, and 'bout my money or family i'll slide
In the trap with my slime, i've been hustling every night
Not just time to time, rather be judged by carrying my fire
This three five six shit put a k after we send you high
Get you high, these exotics get you on that shh time
Its that five percent thang, we slide your way and roll 'em down
I told slime to stop the car cause if its me i'm jumping out
I f*ck hoes and after that i'll tell you what we talk about
I told shordy give the drop and bet she dropping without doubt
We keep Thotiana sticks, they always got a dick in 'em
We the ones thats sending shots, we ain't ever taking em
Them goofies prolly good for writing books, by How they make shit up
This that stove on hip is known for how it bakes shit up
Swinging choppas in the jungle, shout out that boy Tarzan
I bet wassaname get high he knowing where the stars at
I can't name a time I got hungry and i was starving
Cause i was outside hustling, aiming for the target
I'm smoking on some cookie dough, shoutout cuz on holly road
I really only trust my pole, that bitch don't jam when I blow
Plenty blicks no coat, thats how I stay warm where I roam
Catch you creeping ima send you same age as Doodie Lo
The only thing I really miss is the money that I spent
JayB, and Donna too, you speak on them that shit a mess
Goofy got shot and he lived you can't even call that blessed
I bet he only got shot because his driver was a bitch
He didn't make it to check in, that deserves another hit
Spot 'em quick, with my eyes its like I got three of them
Celebrating when Mak gets out with a whole bottle of gin
Dissing on the dead, ay mak I got them mad again
We got a bible when we slide right after washing away sins
Did you have her naw i been since a little kid
Even if you didn't learn, finna be the same way that you bled
I know a opp who got shot, then posted pictures to Fifty Cent
Writer: Treyden Charbonneau
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