Jimmy choo
Bitch I'm strapped up
Da gun here
Buh you know a young nigga keep da strap in da back
F*ck nigga play if he mad he can scratch
Nd if it's gun play
Put his head in his lap
F*ck what he say
He ain real he be cap
Nd if feel pressured
He gone snitch nd dats facts
Ima hothead
Lay you out when I crash
I'll step in any hood blend in and adapt
Stupid hoe bitch I'm good in da trap
Da streets f*ck wid me cause I'm good wid da rap
Hop in booth
Gimme two ima crash
Smellin like a man
Jimmy choo on my jacket
Nigga
Jus like smoke We gone pass him
Spittin out the heat
Must've thought I'm a dragon
Nigga
Nigga want smoke on the G
Nigga want smoke
Jus like weed
We gone match em
Nigga
Chalk dat pussy nigga body up
Nigga wanna play put em smooth in a casket nigga
Real talk all about fashion
Finna make designer jus to sell it's my passion
Nigga
Joke around a lot but ain laughin
If he move wrong we gone smoke him jus fa actin
Nigga
Real talk murder murder tragic
Niggas like hoes get em put in a pageant
Nigga
How you get rich nd go broke
How dat happen?
All about da money Ion go where da traffic
Can't trust a soul cause I swear dey be plastic
Stayed to myself made myself dats what happen
Huh
Nowadays nobody real no mo
Erry one toxic and ain no one real no more
Nowadays gotta make sure dat yo strap on go
Erry one crazy Nd niggas ain hoes no mo
A crack head will pop Ya
Yo potna would rob ya
Better be cool fo dese young niggas off ya
Stay in yo line only way to solve problems aye
Go get a dollar
Find you some hustles
Nd run up dem commas
When get dat money go take care yo momma
F*ck what dey say you ain active fa none
Aye
She call me poppa
Boy yo ass peppa pig
We finna burn ya
Who want some Gatorade
Dese bitches thirsty
Dey gang got one gun
We had bout 30
Ha
His ass ain learn
Wet up dat nigga crib
Jus like Katrina
Make sure his family drown
We do em dirty
Takin some souls away
It get concerning
Dese bitches burnin
Dats why got one girl
Dat Shid ain fa me
Ion like no hoes
Y'all bitches dirty
Y'all bitches no go
Stay the f*ck from me
Make em jump pogo
Sippin on spirty
He talk to Popos
We gotta burn em
Stamp him like logo
We gotta shirt em
Gucci rock solo
Slide wid dis 30
Yo bitch a hoe hoe
Very concerning
Gotta move dolo
Yea bitch you heard me
Off of dat slo Mo
Might pop a perky
My gang on go go
Y'all niggas hurtin
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Jimmy choo
Bitch I'm strapped up
Da gun here
Buh you know a young nigga keep da strap in da back
F*ck nigga play if he mad he can scratch
Nd if it's gun play
Put his head in his lap
F*ck what he say
He ain real he be cap
Nd if feel pressured
He gone snitch nd dats facts
Ima hothead
Lay you out when I crash
I'll step in any hood blend in and adapt
Stupid hoe bitch I'm good in da trap
Da streets f*ck wid me cause I'm good wid da rap
Hop in booth
Gimme two ima crash
Smellin like a man
Jimmy choo on my jacket
Nigga
Jus like smoke We gone pass him
Spittin out the heat
Must've thought I'm a dragon
Nigga
Nigga want smoke on the G
Nigga want smoke
Jus like weed
We gone match em
Nigga
Chalk dat pussy nigga body up
Nigga wanna play put em smooth in a casket nigga
Real talk all about fashion
Finna make designer jus to sell it's my passion
Nigga
Joke around a lot but ain laughin
If he move wrong we gone smoke him jus fa actin
Nigga
Real talk murder murder tragic
Niggas like hoes get em put in a pageant
Nigga
How you get rich nd go broke
How dat happen?
All about da money Ion go where da traffic
Can't trust a soul cause I swear dey be plastic
Stayed to myself made myself dats what happen
Huh
Nowadays nobody real no mo
Erry one toxic and ain no one real no more
Nowadays gotta make sure dat yo strap on go
Erry one crazy Nd niggas ain hoes no mo
A crack head will pop Ya
Yo potna would rob ya
Better be cool fo dese young niggas off ya
Stay in yo line only way to solve problems aye
Go get a dollar
Find you some hustles
Nd run up dem commas
When get dat money go take care yo momma
F*ck what dey say you ain active fa none
Aye
She call me poppa
Boy yo ass peppa pig
We finna burn ya
Who want some Gatorade
Dese bitches thirsty
Dey gang got one gun
We had bout 30
Ha
His ass ain learn
Wet up dat nigga crib
Jus like Katrina
Make sure his family drown
We do em dirty
Takin some souls away
It get concerning
Dese bitches burnin
Dats why got one girl
Dat Shid ain fa me
Ion like no hoes
Y'all bitches dirty
Y'all bitches no go
Stay the f*ck from me
Make em jump pogo
Sippin on spirty
He talk to Popos
We gotta burn em
Stamp him like logo
We gotta shirt em
Gucci rock solo
Slide wid dis 30
Yo bitch a hoe hoe
Very concerning
Gotta move dolo
Yea bitch you heard me
Off of dat slo Mo
Might pop a perky
My gang on go go
Y'all niggas hurtin
Bitch I'm strapped up
Da gun here
Buh you know a young nigga keep da strap in da back
F*ck nigga play if he mad he can scratch
Nd if it's gun play
Put his head in his lap
F*ck what he say
He ain real he be cap
Nd if feel pressured
He gone snitch nd dats facts
Ima hothead
Lay you out when I crash
I'll step in any hood blend in and adapt
Stupid hoe bitch I'm good in da trap
Da streets f*ck wid me cause I'm good wid da rap
Hop in booth
Gimme two ima crash
Smellin like a man
Jimmy choo on my jacket
Nigga
Jus like smoke We gone pass him
Spittin out the heat
Must've thought I'm a dragon
Nigga
Nigga want smoke on the G
Nigga want smoke
Jus like weed
We gone match em
Nigga
Chalk dat pussy nigga body up
Nigga wanna play put em smooth in a casket nigga
Real talk all about fashion
Finna make designer jus to sell it's my passion
Nigga
Joke around a lot but ain laughin
If he move wrong we gone smoke him jus fa actin
Nigga
Real talk murder murder tragic
Niggas like hoes get em put in a pageant
Nigga
How you get rich nd go broke
How dat happen?
All about da money Ion go where da traffic
Can't trust a soul cause I swear dey be plastic
Stayed to myself made myself dats what happen
Huh
Nowadays nobody real no mo
Erry one toxic and ain no one real no more
Nowadays gotta make sure dat yo strap on go
Erry one crazy Nd niggas ain hoes no mo
A crack head will pop Ya
Yo potna would rob ya
Better be cool fo dese young niggas off ya
Stay in yo line only way to solve problems aye
Go get a dollar
Find you some hustles
Nd run up dem commas
When get dat money go take care yo momma
F*ck what dey say you ain active fa none
Aye
She call me poppa
Boy yo ass peppa pig
We finna burn ya
Who want some Gatorade
Dese bitches thirsty
Dey gang got one gun
We had bout 30
Ha
His ass ain learn
Wet up dat nigga crib
Jus like Katrina
Make sure his family drown
We do em dirty
Takin some souls away
It get concerning
Dese bitches burnin
Dats why got one girl
Dat Shid ain fa me
Ion like no hoes
Y'all bitches dirty
Y'all bitches no go
Stay the f*ck from me
Make em jump pogo
Sippin on spirty
He talk to Popos
We gotta burn em
Stamp him like logo
We gotta shirt em
Gucci rock solo
Slide wid dis 30
Yo bitch a hoe hoe
Very concerning
Gotta move dolo
Yea bitch you heard me
Off of dat slo Mo
Might pop a perky
My gang on go go
Y'all niggas hurtin
Writer: Mifflin Gwean
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