Uhh
Uhh Aye
Uhh
Uhh
Bitch ass nigga
Uhh
Aye the Glock stuck on me like it was a magnet Ain't no hoes around me nigga this not a pageant
Freaky hoe eat up the dick she a baddie
Don't ask me for money that's an Aggie
She look like a 10 but that pussy was trashy
I touched a few bows gotta put it in baggy
And my shirt on V-Lone and my pants lookin baggy
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a taxi
Uhh
Aye
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a uber
F*ck a 392, I can slide on a scooter I been facin' shit, you can go ask li dooda
Throw five at his head, tryna bust at madola , I been on the block, scarin' shit
Freddy Krueger she gave us the lo, but you too scared to lose her
Remember back in the day, put a switch on the
Ruger
Ayy, that shit automatic nigga f*ck with
The gang then you know it get tragic
No three-point shootout but I keep the basket
Wanna be funny like Mike but I turn to a bad kid
Had a dream bought the wok bitch I love lean
I f*ck the lil hoe and pass her to the team
Pop a perc go to sleep I then turned to a fiend
Niggas cap on the net these niggas really green
If I get the lo then I'm sprayin' the scene
How the f*ck niggas run when I put out a beam
Got a whole lot of blues this shit up in my jeans
Got a whole lot of cheese had to run that shit up
6'2's hit that boy thought that shit was a truck
Tell that bitch give her throat, no, I don't wanna f*ck
Smokin' KB, that nigga got put up
If that boy on the block then he a sitting duck
If you beefin' with me, you better keep it tucked
Niggas throw slugs on the net I'ma get you lil' bruh
I got the 30 on me, I'ma fill that boy up I got the 30 on me, I'ma switch the boy down
If he don't wanna hoop, catch that boy out the bounds
Nigga think shit sweet turn his smile to a frown
Lil' bro in the back, tryna break down a pound
Pop out the cut with that, uh, now he know the sound
Smokin' lil' bro out a black just got sum from meechii just got a new pack
If you beefin' with me boy you better not lack
Got away from the Jakes like we up in the scat
Before I had a phone, I was clutchin' a mac
If you try to run off, might get shot in the back
Aye, the Glock stuck on me like it was a magnet Ain't no hoes around me nigga this not a pageant
Freaky hoe eat up the dick she a baddie
Don't ask me for money that's an Aggie
She look like a 10 but that pussy was trashy
I touched a few bows gotta put it in baggy
And my shirt on V-Lone and my pants lookin baggy
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a taxi
Uhh
Aye
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a uber
F*ck a 392, I can slide on a scooter I been facin' shit, you can go ask li dooda
Throw five at his head, tryna bust at madola , I been on the block, scarin' shit
Freddy Krueger she gave us the lo, but you too scared to lose her
Remember back in the day, put a switch on the
Ruger
Ayy, that shit automatic nigga f*ck with
The gang then you know it get tragic
No three-point shootout but I keep the basket
Wanna be funny like Mike but I turn to a bad kid
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Uhh
Uhh Aye
Uhh
Uhh
Bitch ass nigga
Uhh
Aye the Glock stuck on me like it was a magnet Ain't no hoes around me nigga this not a pageant
Freaky hoe eat up the dick she a baddie
Don't ask me for money that's an Aggie
She look like a 10 but that pussy was trashy
I touched a few bows gotta put it in baggy
And my shirt on V-Lone and my pants lookin baggy
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a taxi
Uhh
Aye
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a uber
F*ck a 392, I can slide on a scooter I been facin' shit, you can go ask li dooda
Throw five at his head, tryna bust at madola , I been on the block, scarin' shit
Freddy Krueger she gave us the lo, but you too scared to lose her
Remember back in the day, put a switch on the
Ruger
Ayy, that shit automatic nigga f*ck with
The gang then you know it get tragic
No three-point shootout but I keep the basket
Wanna be funny like Mike but I turn to a bad kid
Had a dream bought the wok bitch I love lean
I f*ck the lil hoe and pass her to the team
Pop a perc go to sleep I then turned to a fiend
Niggas cap on the net these niggas really green
If I get the lo then I'm sprayin' the scene
How the f*ck niggas run when I put out a beam
Got a whole lot of blues this shit up in my jeans
Got a whole lot of cheese had to run that shit up
6'2's hit that boy thought that shit was a truck
Tell that bitch give her throat, no, I don't wanna f*ck
Smokin' KB, that nigga got put up
If that boy on the block then he a sitting duck
If you beefin' with me, you better keep it tucked
Niggas throw slugs on the net I'ma get you lil' bruh
I got the 30 on me, I'ma fill that boy up I got the 30 on me, I'ma switch the boy down
If he don't wanna hoop, catch that boy out the bounds
Nigga think shit sweet turn his smile to a frown
Lil' bro in the back, tryna break down a pound
Pop out the cut with that, uh, now he know the sound
Smokin' lil' bro out a black just got sum from meechii just got a new pack
If you beefin' with me boy you better not lack
Got away from the Jakes like we up in the scat
Before I had a phone, I was clutchin' a mac
If you try to run off, might get shot in the back
Aye, the Glock stuck on me like it was a magnet Ain't no hoes around me nigga this not a pageant
Freaky hoe eat up the dick she a baddie
Don't ask me for money that's an Aggie
She look like a 10 but that pussy was trashy
I touched a few bows gotta put it in baggy
And my shirt on V-Lone and my pants lookin baggy
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a taxi
Uhh
Aye
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a uber
F*ck a 392, I can slide on a scooter I been facin' shit, you can go ask li dooda
Throw five at his head, tryna bust at madola , I been on the block, scarin' shit
Freddy Krueger she gave us the lo, but you too scared to lose her
Remember back in the day, put a switch on the
Ruger
Ayy, that shit automatic nigga f*ck with
The gang then you know it get tragic
No three-point shootout but I keep the basket
Wanna be funny like Mike but I turn to a bad kid
Uhh Aye
Uhh
Uhh
Bitch ass nigga
Uhh
Aye the Glock stuck on me like it was a magnet Ain't no hoes around me nigga this not a pageant
Freaky hoe eat up the dick she a baddie
Don't ask me for money that's an Aggie
She look like a 10 but that pussy was trashy
I touched a few bows gotta put it in baggy
And my shirt on V-Lone and my pants lookin baggy
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a taxi
Uhh
Aye
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a uber
F*ck a 392, I can slide on a scooter I been facin' shit, you can go ask li dooda
Throw five at his head, tryna bust at madola , I been on the block, scarin' shit
Freddy Krueger she gave us the lo, but you too scared to lose her
Remember back in the day, put a switch on the
Ruger
Ayy, that shit automatic nigga f*ck with
The gang then you know it get tragic
No three-point shootout but I keep the basket
Wanna be funny like Mike but I turn to a bad kid
Had a dream bought the wok bitch I love lean
I f*ck the lil hoe and pass her to the team
Pop a perc go to sleep I then turned to a fiend
Niggas cap on the net these niggas really green
If I get the lo then I'm sprayin' the scene
How the f*ck niggas run when I put out a beam
Got a whole lot of blues this shit up in my jeans
Got a whole lot of cheese had to run that shit up
6'2's hit that boy thought that shit was a truck
Tell that bitch give her throat, no, I don't wanna f*ck
Smokin' KB, that nigga got put up
If that boy on the block then he a sitting duck
If you beefin' with me, you better keep it tucked
Niggas throw slugs on the net I'ma get you lil' bruh
I got the 30 on me, I'ma fill that boy up I got the 30 on me, I'ma switch the boy down
If he don't wanna hoop, catch that boy out the bounds
Nigga think shit sweet turn his smile to a frown
Lil' bro in the back, tryna break down a pound
Pop out the cut with that, uh, now he know the sound
Smokin' lil' bro out a black just got sum from meechii just got a new pack
If you beefin' with me boy you better not lack
Got away from the Jakes like we up in the scat
Before I had a phone, I was clutchin' a mac
If you try to run off, might get shot in the back
Aye, the Glock stuck on me like it was a magnet Ain't no hoes around me nigga this not a pageant
Freaky hoe eat up the dick she a baddie
Don't ask me for money that's an Aggie
She look like a 10 but that pussy was trashy
I touched a few bows gotta put it in baggy
And my shirt on V-Lone and my pants lookin baggy
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a taxi
Uhh
Aye
F*ck the bitch gave her back sent her home in a uber
F*ck a 392, I can slide on a scooter I been facin' shit, you can go ask li dooda
Throw five at his head, tryna bust at madola , I been on the block, scarin' shit
Freddy Krueger she gave us the lo, but you too scared to lose her
Remember back in the day, put a switch on the
Ruger
Ayy, that shit automatic nigga f*ck with
The gang then you know it get tragic
No three-point shootout but I keep the basket
Wanna be funny like Mike but I turn to a bad kid
Writer: Cidrik Calhoune Jr
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