392ky - Intro Lyrics

Hop up in da scat do da dash den i double back
Nigga talking wet imma pull up wit like 40 straps
Walk inside da set went dumb i spent 40 racks
Dis one bitch on my head cuz ion never ever text her back
Say you want smoke imma have my niggas cut yo throat
I aint wanna drive da scat so i pulled up on a motorboat
Bitch its hot as hell but i still got on a f*cking coat
Only cuz da ice on my neck got me f*ckin cold
Imma real nigga imma still do a bitch bold
Everything i wear is new season all yo shit old
I need another cup all dis drink dat i just poed
Drip too hard i think you niggas need a raincoat
What da hell you mean you aint got no f*cking gas money
Take yo ass to corner and get some cash honey
Thought you was slick acting like you had all dis money
Bitch im wrapped up in da game like a f*cking mummy
I just hit da road, dropped da load, den i turned around
Run up in yo spot, bet not make a sound
Cata got da chop, big clip hold a hunnit rounds
Why you acting sad, turn dat frown upside down
7 mile where im from, 7 mile where i be at
Niggas acting like some feins, always asking where da weed at
She say she got her hair done, but bitch where yo weave at
I listened to yo tape, i had to stop man dat shit wack
You a broke boy you cant even pay yo rent
Got kicked out da crib now you sleeping in a tent
I just made a hunnit bands on a 12 hour trip
And bitch i stay high like im riding inna blimp
Too much drip you gone slip
Licata hit my line say he got 100 slips
Da plug hit my line say he got a 100 scripts
And dodge hit my line say dey got some new whips
Red dot on yo nose like you Rudolph
Da choppa melt yo ass like some ice cream when its too hot
Had to drop her off imma go and scoop a new thot
Dont nobody care about da shit dat you got
Riding inna benz i be riding in a lexus
You trap off motorola i be trapping off a nexus
I was counting up ten while you was still eating breakfast
Put some ice in my buffs put some ice on my necklace
Moving
Hop up in dat scat i be moving
Fooling
Walk up in da party i be fooling
Shooting
Dont come to my city dey be shooting
Lose it
Dont play wit yo life cuz you gone lose it
Im a real nigga seen yo bitch she was choosing
You was just mad i be doing what im doing
Now you asking for a picture cuz you see how im moving
Put a coat on in da winter cuz my ice to cool bitch
Getting to da chicken i be getting to da cake
Getting to bag i be getting to da pape
You be dripping like puddle i be dripping like a like
Say you in toronto imma pull up wit dat drake
I just went to ruth chris spent 300 onna steak
Doing donuts in da scat i think my tires finna break
Seen a stack up on my dresser and i think she tried to take
How you running up bands and yo gucci belt fake