Yeah
F*ck be going on
Run it back ahh
What he say
F*ck it
Uh
Im taking perkins on that road nigga
Hop up on this beat you know i'm spitting like fosho nigga
I fell in love with my big glock
Pussy boys we get 'em mopped
She eat them pineapples cause she know it stank she know it's 'bout to rot
Four five cutters they be in this bitch if a nigga try me they gonna get hot
They praying on me wanna take niggas down wanna get that clout wanna take my spot
Speak on the 'fam and i ain't sparing shit we getting you faded i'm getting you shot
I don't be working but i stay be getting money and f*ck being broke i don't need no job
Yeah
This how it go nigga
Drinking out that water it was tapped but out the store nigga
Big diamond vvs on my neck you see it blinging
Look that bitch all in the eye and told that bitch i really mean it
Hop off dick these niggas sucking tryna get some of my semen
F*ck a white bitch i need black cause they don't even put no season
Gave her dick that shit so good she looked at me she started cheesin
F*ck a weapon i got fists i knock you out you get to bleeding
Yeah
I got the eighteen with the lazer
I walked outside the house it's hot as f*ck the sun be blazing
I got that dried up grape that shit be looking like a raisin
My niggas with them straps we kill on sight who we be facing
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Yeah
F*ck be going on
Run it back ahh
What he say
F*ck it
Uh
Im taking perkins on that road nigga
Hop up on this beat you know i'm spitting like fosho nigga
I fell in love with my big glock
Pussy boys we get 'em mopped
She eat them pineapples cause she know it stank she know it's 'bout to rot
Four five cutters they be in this bitch if a nigga try me they gonna get hot
They praying on me wanna take niggas down wanna get that clout wanna take my spot
Speak on the 'fam and i ain't sparing shit we getting you faded i'm getting you shot
I don't be working but i stay be getting money and f*ck being broke i don't need no job
Yeah
This how it go nigga
Drinking out that water it was tapped but out the store nigga
Big diamond vvs on my neck you see it blinging
Look that bitch all in the eye and told that bitch i really mean it
Hop off dick these niggas sucking tryna get some of my semen
F*ck a white bitch i need black cause they don't even put no season
Gave her dick that shit so good she looked at me she started cheesin
F*ck a weapon i got fists i knock you out you get to bleeding
Yeah
I got the eighteen with the lazer
I walked outside the house it's hot as f*ck the sun be blazing
I got that dried up grape that shit be looking like a raisin
My niggas with them straps we kill on sight who we be facing
F*ck be going on
Run it back ahh
What he say
F*ck it
Uh
Im taking perkins on that road nigga
Hop up on this beat you know i'm spitting like fosho nigga
I fell in love with my big glock
Pussy boys we get 'em mopped
She eat them pineapples cause she know it stank she know it's 'bout to rot
Four five cutters they be in this bitch if a nigga try me they gonna get hot
They praying on me wanna take niggas down wanna get that clout wanna take my spot
Speak on the 'fam and i ain't sparing shit we getting you faded i'm getting you shot
I don't be working but i stay be getting money and f*ck being broke i don't need no job
Yeah
This how it go nigga
Drinking out that water it was tapped but out the store nigga
Big diamond vvs on my neck you see it blinging
Look that bitch all in the eye and told that bitch i really mean it
Hop off dick these niggas sucking tryna get some of my semen
F*ck a white bitch i need black cause they don't even put no season
Gave her dick that shit so good she looked at me she started cheesin
F*ck a weapon i got fists i knock you out you get to bleeding
Yeah
I got the eighteen with the lazer
I walked outside the house it's hot as f*ck the sun be blazing
I got that dried up grape that shit be looking like a raisin
My niggas with them straps we kill on sight who we be facing
Writer: Grant Pettway
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