Buddha chains, gold nuggets, fitted caps, and spray grounds
Don't wear the wrong cap, that gon' get you laid down
Everyone squabble up, so don't come get knocked down
Uh, and spazzin your a bitch, yo ass up on my dick
Yo emo ass hate to see me win
And I ain't gon' sit and lie like I wasn't just
Like y'all But I'm up now, i'll up the chop, till I'm in that f*ckin' box
Hate niggas who act hard, but don't got
Switches on they Glocks , so you just a random opp, not even my number one
Waste ya'll time josh talking shit better off not saying nun
But bitch, I'll up the drum, we'll let it
Blow
Fat blunts you gettin' trained by a hoe
Piss you off, we gon' have to up the pole
Just last month, I was flippin' dope
You better duck down to lay low
Fly as f*ck, Dolce, Gabbana, Cologne
Thank God, I ain't had to flip stone
On my momma, name a nigga More Cold When it came to sellin', bitch, I was alone
I was flippin' packs, better check the score Needed a pack, you shoulda let me know
Needed a pack, you shoulda let me know, bop
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Buddha chains, gold nuggets, fitted caps, and spray grounds
Don't wear the wrong cap, that gon' get you laid down
Everyone squabble up, so don't come get knocked down
Uh, and spazzin your a bitch, yo ass up on my dick
Yo emo ass hate to see me win
And I ain't gon' sit and lie like I wasn't just
Like y'all But I'm up now, i'll up the chop, till I'm in that f*ckin' box
Hate niggas who act hard, but don't got
Switches on they Glocks , so you just a random opp, not even my number one
Waste ya'll time josh talking shit better off not saying nun
But bitch, I'll up the drum, we'll let it
Blow
Fat blunts you gettin' trained by a hoe
Piss you off, we gon' have to up the pole
Just last month, I was flippin' dope
You better duck down to lay low
Fly as f*ck, Dolce, Gabbana, Cologne
Thank God, I ain't had to flip stone
On my momma, name a nigga More Cold When it came to sellin', bitch, I was alone
I was flippin' packs, better check the score Needed a pack, you shoulda let me know
Needed a pack, you shoulda let me know, bop
Don't wear the wrong cap, that gon' get you laid down
Everyone squabble up, so don't come get knocked down
Uh, and spazzin your a bitch, yo ass up on my dick
Yo emo ass hate to see me win
And I ain't gon' sit and lie like I wasn't just
Like y'all But I'm up now, i'll up the chop, till I'm in that f*ckin' box
Hate niggas who act hard, but don't got
Switches on they Glocks , so you just a random opp, not even my number one
Waste ya'll time josh talking shit better off not saying nun
But bitch, I'll up the drum, we'll let it
Blow
Fat blunts you gettin' trained by a hoe
Piss you off, we gon' have to up the pole
Just last month, I was flippin' dope
You better duck down to lay low
Fly as f*ck, Dolce, Gabbana, Cologne
Thank God, I ain't had to flip stone
On my momma, name a nigga More Cold When it came to sellin', bitch, I was alone
I was flippin' packs, better check the score Needed a pack, you shoulda let me know
Needed a pack, you shoulda let me know, bop
Writer: Dame heem
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