I just be rollin' my gas
Countin' my cash
Doing the dash yea
You don't wanna be in my shoes
Cause if you did
You wouldn't last yea
Bitches they hop out the room
I just be coppin' a few
Dodging em ooo
When I had to skate on the block
Movin' a bag
With Lil Jimm and the Crew
And now my niggas getting money
Tryna play it safe
Tell them pussy niggas run it again
They wont show they face
Mad because the mob done did it again
Please don't come our way
And we won't have to find out where yo little shorty stay
Pull up the mob yea 36
F A M be the prefix
For me all my bros gone shoot out the roof
Shout out Hotboiis when you hear this
All the lame niggas gone fear this
All the real niggas gone feel this
I'm bout high as the ceiling
And don't got no type of feelings
My brothers they ready to shoot
Money i'm ready to move
Niggas be mad but was i talking to you
I gotta pipe down on my lil shawty
Cause is that shit really worth it
We snatch hearts out here lil nigga
I knew that shit when we started
Damn the beat go retarded
Write all my feelings then i discard it
I gotta party
I gotta smoke
My granny be judgin' my logic
Steal a bitch heart cause i want it
I got her wet as a faucet
Don't really mean that she leakin
But she gone soak when i call it
Shawty get wet like a pamper
Make her get down like a dancer
She just want Bree to romance her
Cause she know that i'm a cancer
I told lil shorty relax yea
OTFM with the mack
Call it a blast from the past yea
By the way she bring it back
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I just be rollin' my gas
Countin' my cash
Doing the dash yea
You don't wanna be in my shoes
Cause if you did
You wouldn't last yea
Bitches they hop out the room
I just be coppin' a few
Dodging em ooo
When I had to skate on the block
Movin' a bag
With Lil Jimm and the Crew
And now my niggas getting money
Tryna play it safe
Tell them pussy niggas run it again
They wont show they face
Mad because the mob done did it again
Please don't come our way
And we won't have to find out where yo little shorty stay
Pull up the mob yea 36
F A M be the prefix
For me all my bros gone shoot out the roof
Shout out Hotboiis when you hear this
All the lame niggas gone fear this
All the real niggas gone feel this
I'm bout high as the ceiling
And don't got no type of feelings
My brothers they ready to shoot
Money i'm ready to move
Niggas be mad but was i talking to you
I gotta pipe down on my lil shawty
Cause is that shit really worth it
We snatch hearts out here lil nigga
I knew that shit when we started
Damn the beat go retarded
Write all my feelings then i discard it
I gotta party
I gotta smoke
My granny be judgin' my logic
Steal a bitch heart cause i want it
I got her wet as a faucet
Don't really mean that she leakin
But she gone soak when i call it
Shawty get wet like a pamper
Make her get down like a dancer
She just want Bree to romance her
Cause she know that i'm a cancer
I told lil shorty relax yea
OTFM with the mack
Call it a blast from the past yea
By the way she bring it back
Countin' my cash
Doing the dash yea
You don't wanna be in my shoes
Cause if you did
You wouldn't last yea
Bitches they hop out the room
I just be coppin' a few
Dodging em ooo
When I had to skate on the block
Movin' a bag
With Lil Jimm and the Crew
And now my niggas getting money
Tryna play it safe
Tell them pussy niggas run it again
They wont show they face
Mad because the mob done did it again
Please don't come our way
And we won't have to find out where yo little shorty stay
Pull up the mob yea 36
F A M be the prefix
For me all my bros gone shoot out the roof
Shout out Hotboiis when you hear this
All the lame niggas gone fear this
All the real niggas gone feel this
I'm bout high as the ceiling
And don't got no type of feelings
My brothers they ready to shoot
Money i'm ready to move
Niggas be mad but was i talking to you
I gotta pipe down on my lil shawty
Cause is that shit really worth it
We snatch hearts out here lil nigga
I knew that shit when we started
Damn the beat go retarded
Write all my feelings then i discard it
I gotta party
I gotta smoke
My granny be judgin' my logic
Steal a bitch heart cause i want it
I got her wet as a faucet
Don't really mean that she leakin
But she gone soak when i call it
Shawty get wet like a pamper
Make her get down like a dancer
She just want Bree to romance her
Cause she know that i'm a cancer
I told lil shorty relax yea
OTFM with the mack
Call it a blast from the past yea
By the way she bring it back
Writer: Britney Baker
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