I almost blamped the whip, cause they ain't searchin' nun
Real shit just spent like thirteen hundred on a gun
If my bitch don't got a bag, nigga, I'ma make her run it up
I think R5 let it off, he just popped out the cut
And if they try to pop me up, bitch, I'm takin' three
Heard they just caught another opp, he didn't have his gleek
And I aint f*ckin' with no bitch if she not a freak
All these bitches on my line, baby, it's just you and me
She can tell I'm bout a bag, spent three hundred on these jeans
If TPD get behind me, I ain't stoppin' shit
The police tried to search me, but I left it in the whip
I just let it off, I couldn't count how much I sent
Dead homies, nigga, they don't let me in the club, I got like two blowers with me
Bitch, I'm spinnin' through the nine, and I'm tryna put him in the blunt
X5, known for makin' raps, I'm known for rollin' niggas up
Dead, homies
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I almost blamped the whip, cause they ain't searchin' nun
Real shit just spent like thirteen hundred on a gun
If my bitch don't got a bag, nigga, I'ma make her run it up
I think R5 let it off, he just popped out the cut
And if they try to pop me up, bitch, I'm takin' three
Heard they just caught another opp, he didn't have his gleek
And I aint f*ckin' with no bitch if she not a freak
All these bitches on my line, baby, it's just you and me
She can tell I'm bout a bag, spent three hundred on these jeans
If TPD get behind me, I ain't stoppin' shit
The police tried to search me, but I left it in the whip
I just let it off, I couldn't count how much I sent
Dead homies, nigga, they don't let me in the club, I got like two blowers with me
Bitch, I'm spinnin' through the nine, and I'm tryna put him in the blunt
X5, known for makin' raps, I'm known for rollin' niggas up
Dead, homies
Real shit just spent like thirteen hundred on a gun
If my bitch don't got a bag, nigga, I'ma make her run it up
I think R5 let it off, he just popped out the cut
And if they try to pop me up, bitch, I'm takin' three
Heard they just caught another opp, he didn't have his gleek
And I aint f*ckin' with no bitch if she not a freak
All these bitches on my line, baby, it's just you and me
She can tell I'm bout a bag, spent three hundred on these jeans
If TPD get behind me, I ain't stoppin' shit
The police tried to search me, but I left it in the whip
I just let it off, I couldn't count how much I sent
Dead homies, nigga, they don't let me in the club, I got like two blowers with me
Bitch, I'm spinnin' through the nine, and I'm tryna put him in the blunt
X5, known for makin' raps, I'm known for rollin' niggas up
Dead, homies
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