Huh
I'm in my bag bitch
I'm on yo ass bitch. Huh
I just hit the gas on a fake hoe
I got me a 40 and Draco
Pop out at yo party like a fago
Bitch I'm in my bag
You better lay low
I've been in the trap serving raw
I've been in the trenches with dawgs
W got me some killaz on call
Told these niggas
I was gonna ball
Everybody ain't yo friend
Bitch I thought you knew
Same niggas that turned they backs
Gonna watch me count these blues
These niggas ain't no f*cking gangstas
Man they pick n choose
I can serve you wat you need
What you tryin to do
Bitch I'm tryin to get it off
F*ck them designer shoes
I'm selling designer pills
Nigga these them
Christian Lou's
I'm in the trenches
I ain't never had no jimmy cho's
If you sitting on yo ass
Than you pitifully
Better go and get you a bag
You lil silly hoe
These niggas in the feelings
Got em acting up like city girls
Post in the club
Looking Like they wanna kill the world
I only f*cked the bitch twice
Now he wanna kill his girl
You ain't gonna kill nothing
Nigga stop fronting.
You the type to close your eyes before you drop something
I m front lines every time
I'm ready to pop something
Lil bro finish him
Bitch the cops coming
Aye
Boutta I'm boutta catch another play
I can whip on the stove or in a microwave
Cuddi trippin bout her kitchen
Give me a hot plate
I just got 40 ball off of a 28
Dope jumping like Player off of 2k
If a nigga hating
Than he on the food chain
Trap slapping
I've been up for f*ckin 2 days
Niggas switching on the team like a mood rang
Aye
I just hit the gas on a fake hoe
I got me a 40 and Draco
Pop out at yo party like a Faygo
Bitch I'm in my bag
You better lay low
I've been in the trap serving raw
I've been in the trenches with dawgs
I got me some killaz on call
Told these pussy nigga
I'mma ball