I been running running laps
Wop said slow down
Told her I just want the neck
Baby go down
Chops and glocks don't bring a trey eight to the showdown
I'm a monster to these hoes
I bet she know now
Blowing peanut butter woods
Not no jiffy
They repeat it in the hood I score like Griffey
For So they wipe yo nose
Like the niggas that killed Ricky
10 grade I chose the road
Told my teacher to exempt me slatt
Rock out on the drums like I got motley with me
I know she just wanna party
I brought molly with me
No no I don't want patron
I straight drop a slimpy
Nowadays don't feel no love
Just a lot of envy
This bitch so big I can't conceal
They knew the glock was with me
Gi off them pills he shoot like navy seal
Before I fall victim to the streets
The seal can write my will
I just punch in the last 4
But I'm still writing still
I'm a monster to these hoes
Frankie slimeon
Wipe yo nose little baby
Please just stop the crying
She do what I say call me simon
Shake sum
Who gone shake sum yeah
Who gone say nothing
When the raid come yeah
Put a ticket on yo head
Like we slave hunting yeah
All the blood in my eyes
Fell on the spade on my hand
Let the Perky's ease my mind
I had to trade on the Zans
She wanna f*ck
Just want the neck cause I had made other plans
After this sto f*ck up the set cause I just made couple bands
You ain't never seen a yellow stack of blues No rubberbands
You can't walk in my footsteps
Because my shoes cost a band
Running running laps
Wop said slow down
Told her I just want the neck
Baby go down
Chops and glocks don't bring a trey eight to the showdown
I'm a monster to these hoes
I bet she know now
Blowing peanut butter woods
Not no jiffy
They repeat it in the hood I score like Griffey
For So they wipe yo nose
Like the niggas that killed Ricky
10 grade I chose the road
Told my teacher to exempt me slatt
Rock out onna drum like I got motley with me
I know she just wanna party
I brought molly with me
No no I don't want patron
I straight drop a simply
Nowadays don't feel no love
Just a lot of evny
Who gone shake sum yea
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I been running running laps
Wop said slow down
Told her I just want the neck
Baby go down
Chops and glocks don't bring a trey eight to the showdown
I'm a monster to these hoes
I bet she know now
Blowing peanut butter woods
Not no jiffy
They repeat it in the hood I score like Griffey
For So they wipe yo nose
Like the niggas that killed Ricky
10 grade I chose the road
Told my teacher to exempt me slatt
Rock out on the drums like I got motley with me
I know she just wanna party
I brought molly with me
No no I don't want patron
I straight drop a slimpy
Nowadays don't feel no love
Just a lot of envy
This bitch so big I can't conceal
They knew the glock was with me
Gi off them pills he shoot like navy seal
Before I fall victim to the streets
The seal can write my will
I just punch in the last 4
But I'm still writing still
I'm a monster to these hoes
Frankie slimeon
Wipe yo nose little baby
Please just stop the crying
She do what I say call me simon
Shake sum
Who gone shake sum yeah
Who gone say nothing
When the raid come yeah
Put a ticket on yo head
Like we slave hunting yeah
All the blood in my eyes
Fell on the spade on my hand
Let the Perky's ease my mind
I had to trade on the Zans
She wanna f*ck
Just want the neck cause I had made other plans
After this sto f*ck up the set cause I just made couple bands
You ain't never seen a yellow stack of blues No rubberbands
You can't walk in my footsteps
Because my shoes cost a band
Running running laps
Wop said slow down
Told her I just want the neck
Baby go down
Chops and glocks don't bring a trey eight to the showdown
I'm a monster to these hoes
I bet she know now
Blowing peanut butter woods
Not no jiffy
They repeat it in the hood I score like Griffey
For So they wipe yo nose
Like the niggas that killed Ricky
10 grade I chose the road
Told my teacher to exempt me slatt
Rock out onna drum like I got motley with me
I know she just wanna party
I brought molly with me
No no I don't want patron
I straight drop a simply
Nowadays don't feel no love
Just a lot of evny
Who gone shake sum yea
Wop said slow down
Told her I just want the neck
Baby go down
Chops and glocks don't bring a trey eight to the showdown
I'm a monster to these hoes
I bet she know now
Blowing peanut butter woods
Not no jiffy
They repeat it in the hood I score like Griffey
For So they wipe yo nose
Like the niggas that killed Ricky
10 grade I chose the road
Told my teacher to exempt me slatt
Rock out on the drums like I got motley with me
I know she just wanna party
I brought molly with me
No no I don't want patron
I straight drop a slimpy
Nowadays don't feel no love
Just a lot of envy
This bitch so big I can't conceal
They knew the glock was with me
Gi off them pills he shoot like navy seal
Before I fall victim to the streets
The seal can write my will
I just punch in the last 4
But I'm still writing still
I'm a monster to these hoes
Frankie slimeon
Wipe yo nose little baby
Please just stop the crying
She do what I say call me simon
Shake sum
Who gone shake sum yeah
Who gone say nothing
When the raid come yeah
Put a ticket on yo head
Like we slave hunting yeah
All the blood in my eyes
Fell on the spade on my hand
Let the Perky's ease my mind
I had to trade on the Zans
She wanna f*ck
Just want the neck cause I had made other plans
After this sto f*ck up the set cause I just made couple bands
You ain't never seen a yellow stack of blues No rubberbands
You can't walk in my footsteps
Because my shoes cost a band
Running running laps
Wop said slow down
Told her I just want the neck
Baby go down
Chops and glocks don't bring a trey eight to the showdown
I'm a monster to these hoes
I bet she know now
Blowing peanut butter woods
Not no jiffy
They repeat it in the hood I score like Griffey
For So they wipe yo nose
Like the niggas that killed Ricky
10 grade I chose the road
Told my teacher to exempt me slatt
Rock out onna drum like I got motley with me
I know she just wanna party
I brought molly with me
No no I don't want patron
I straight drop a simply
Nowadays don't feel no love
Just a lot of evny
Who gone shake sum yea
Writer: neiman grier
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