Yeah, I pull up with the gang
Wanna try with me, I take off your brain
It's 90 degrees and I'm cold, shout out to my chain
I can't let nobody catch me lackin', gotta keep that blade
Gotta run up in this hoe, get the keys to the city, bitch
I've been gettin' hella money, you know I'm plenty rich
Don't ever f*ck with my gang, we got like twenty sticks
That lil' shit you just dropped, gotta unrelease that shit
Gotta take it back, gotta take it back to the floor
Baby, get low on the floor, you know you're my hoe
I be locked in on the low, I be locked in on the low
I got that muhf*ckin' Glock on my side, you know that's what I tote
I won't even smoke with a hoe I said, no no
Baby let's hop in a Z06 don't know where we goin'
And I swear that I had the chicken when I had the snot in my nose
And me and my bitch skinny dippin' while she got the white on her toes
I can't not trust any women or nigga, I know they gon' fold
And, I put the rubber bands around the digits so this bitch won't fold
And, I keep on popping prescriptions I swear that this shit getting old,
I'm tryna catch a flick of this freaky lil bitch on the pole
I just, rocked out the show
I need cash, don't do shit for the low
I ain't even smash yo bitch she a hoe
All this damn water on my neck might choke
Green diamonds on my fit like throw-up
Got white diamonds, they sit like Pope
Hoe gon' text my jack, I told her come through
Got a whole lotta space, we f*ck in the rover
Yeah, I pull up with the gang
Wanna try with me, I take off your brain
It's 90 degrees and I'm cold, shout out to my chain
I can't let nobody catch me lackin', gotta keep that blade
Gotta run up in this hoe, get the keys to the city, bitch
I've been gettin' hella money, you know I'm plenty rich
Don't ever f*ck with my gang, we got like twenty sticks
That lil' shit you just dropped, gotta unrelease that shit
Gotta take it back, gotta take it back to the floor
Baby, get low on the floor, you know you're my hoe
I be locked in on the low, I be locked in on the low
I got that muhf*ckin' Glock on my side, you know that's what I tote
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Yeah, I pull up with the gang
Wanna try with me, I take off your brain
It's 90 degrees and I'm cold, shout out to my chain
I can't let nobody catch me lackin', gotta keep that blade
Gotta run up in this hoe, get the keys to the city, bitch
I've been gettin' hella money, you know I'm plenty rich
Don't ever f*ck with my gang, we got like twenty sticks
That lil' shit you just dropped, gotta unrelease that shit
Gotta take it back, gotta take it back to the floor
Baby, get low on the floor, you know you're my hoe
I be locked in on the low, I be locked in on the low
I got that muhf*ckin' Glock on my side, you know that's what I tote
I won't even smoke with a hoe I said, no no
Baby let's hop in a Z06 don't know where we goin'
And I swear that I had the chicken when I had the snot in my nose
And me and my bitch skinny dippin' while she got the white on her toes
I can't not trust any women or nigga, I know they gon' fold
And, I put the rubber bands around the digits so this bitch won't fold
And, I keep on popping prescriptions I swear that this shit getting old,
I'm tryna catch a flick of this freaky lil bitch on the pole
I just, rocked out the show
I need cash, don't do shit for the low
I ain't even smash yo bitch she a hoe
All this damn water on my neck might choke
Green diamonds on my fit like throw-up
Got white diamonds, they sit like Pope
Hoe gon' text my jack, I told her come through
Got a whole lotta space, we f*ck in the rover
Yeah, I pull up with the gang
Wanna try with me, I take off your brain
It's 90 degrees and I'm cold, shout out to my chain
I can't let nobody catch me lackin', gotta keep that blade
Gotta run up in this hoe, get the keys to the city, bitch
I've been gettin' hella money, you know I'm plenty rich
Don't ever f*ck with my gang, we got like twenty sticks
That lil' shit you just dropped, gotta unrelease that shit
Gotta take it back, gotta take it back to the floor
Baby, get low on the floor, you know you're my hoe
I be locked in on the low, I be locked in on the low
I got that muhf*ckin' Glock on my side, you know that's what I tote
Wanna try with me, I take off your brain
It's 90 degrees and I'm cold, shout out to my chain
I can't let nobody catch me lackin', gotta keep that blade
Gotta run up in this hoe, get the keys to the city, bitch
I've been gettin' hella money, you know I'm plenty rich
Don't ever f*ck with my gang, we got like twenty sticks
That lil' shit you just dropped, gotta unrelease that shit
Gotta take it back, gotta take it back to the floor
Baby, get low on the floor, you know you're my hoe
I be locked in on the low, I be locked in on the low
I got that muhf*ckin' Glock on my side, you know that's what I tote
I won't even smoke with a hoe I said, no no
Baby let's hop in a Z06 don't know where we goin'
And I swear that I had the chicken when I had the snot in my nose
And me and my bitch skinny dippin' while she got the white on her toes
I can't not trust any women or nigga, I know they gon' fold
And, I put the rubber bands around the digits so this bitch won't fold
And, I keep on popping prescriptions I swear that this shit getting old,
I'm tryna catch a flick of this freaky lil bitch on the pole
I just, rocked out the show
I need cash, don't do shit for the low
I ain't even smash yo bitch she a hoe
All this damn water on my neck might choke
Green diamonds on my fit like throw-up
Got white diamonds, they sit like Pope
Hoe gon' text my jack, I told her come through
Got a whole lotta space, we f*ck in the rover
Yeah, I pull up with the gang
Wanna try with me, I take off your brain
It's 90 degrees and I'm cold, shout out to my chain
I can't let nobody catch me lackin', gotta keep that blade
Gotta run up in this hoe, get the keys to the city, bitch
I've been gettin' hella money, you know I'm plenty rich
Don't ever f*ck with my gang, we got like twenty sticks
That lil' shit you just dropped, gotta unrelease that shit
Gotta take it back, gotta take it back to the floor
Baby, get low on the floor, you know you're my hoe
I be locked in on the low, I be locked in on the low
I got that muhf*ckin' Glock on my side, you know that's what I tote
Writer: AK 5ifty4our
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