New G wagon on the way
And it got the four by fours on it
Pulling up deep like Klay
And my niggas got the poles on em
Sixteen hundred for the P
I ain't got no lows on me
Get a new bitch every week
And she gotta keep white toes on her
Keep new flavors
Like cold stone
Trap phone bumping
My old phone
Chilling with a stunna
I'm stone cold
Tryna hit a play
My phone froze
One on one with the plug
I don't give a f*ck
Bout a middle man
Stomp a nigga out
In some timberlands
Head wide open
Need a ambulance
Two watches on me right now
Thirty on both my wrist
She do the two hand twist
Both hands on My dick
Shordy low head
She a head master
She go insane with the brain
Suck the dick
Till a nigga came
Told me no pain no gain
I just served a nigga in a Ac
Flip the lil bitch on her back
I just speak facts no cap
Bout to put the team on the map
Bout to put the team on the road
Every drug I got is sold
All this money new ain't old
Spent thirty racks on clothes
All dogs go to heaven
Rest In Peace all My dogs
I got shooters on hold
Waiting on me to make the call
We done came a long long way
Posted up back at the mall
Smoking on runtz
Ease the pain
Cause I gotta keep it raw
Trappin make it happen
For the green
Sippin on a ounce of the lean
Toating on the rock like Zeke
F*cking on a bad lil freak
Got good head she a geek
Pussy super wet like creeks
F*ck on a bitch till she leak
Bout to touch a mil like meek
Bitch is you rollin then hop in
Tell me drop the top I'll drop it
Follow my command like bop it
Niggas all cap boy stop it
Getting shit hot like a mosh pit
All in my comments saying drop it
Pull the dick out she top it
Drop my tape they cop it
Whole lotta money on the way
Whole lot of my in the safe
Whole lot of money in the wraith
Whole lot of money in her face
Take this shit zero to a hundred
And you know the game we run it
And you know my city I run it
Coming for the top I'm coming
CBD in my body
F*cking on a bad lil hottie
Face is a eight
But a ten is her body
Real trend setter
All these lil niggas copy
F*cking that cash up
F*cking that bag up
Niggas wanna act tough
Four five hit em make em back up
Ride wit it cocked in my seat
Four five cocked on fleek
Ain't shot this bitch in a week
Still aim that bitch up at his beak
Aim that bitch at medula
Cut the limbs off in the cooler
I just copped some ice from my jeweler
Riding in the back like a Uber
Can't really dance I bop
Posted in the back with the rock
Same young nigga from the block
Had millionaire dreams with a mop
Getting shit lit with a glock
Slide down broad day light on a opp
I don't give a f*ck won't talk to no cop
Still got a twenty two tucked in the sock
Cause it's three types of niggas
Make it happen
Watch it happen
Some niggas that's watching
From the back cappin
Don't know what's going on
I put my heart on these beats
Up here on the songs
This here that street gospel
That street shit like hood poems
LarryHallOfFame - On God Lyrics
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New G wagon on the way
And it got the four by fours on it
Pulling up deep like Klay
And my niggas got the poles on em
Sixteen hundred for the P
I ain't got no lows on me
Get a new bitch every week
And she gotta keep white toes on her
Keep new flavors
Like cold stone
Trap phone bumping
My old phone
Chilling with a stunna
I'm stone cold
Tryna hit a play
My phone froze
One on one with the plug
I don't give a f*ck
Bout a middle man
Stomp a nigga out
In some timberlands
Head wide open
Need a ambulance
Two watches on me right now
Thirty on both my wrist
She do the two hand twist
Both hands on My dick
Shordy low head
She a head master
She go insane with the brain
Suck the dick
Till a nigga came
Told me no pain no gain
I just served a nigga in a Ac
Flip the lil bitch on her back
I just speak facts no cap
Bout to put the team on the map
Bout to put the team on the road
Every drug I got is sold
All this money new ain't old
Spent thirty racks on clothes
All dogs go to heaven
Rest In Peace all My dogs
I got shooters on hold
Waiting on me to make the call
We done came a long long way
Posted up back at the mall
Smoking on runtz
Ease the pain
Cause I gotta keep it raw
Trappin make it happen
For the green
Sippin on a ounce of the lean
Toating on the rock like Zeke
F*cking on a bad lil freak
Got good head she a geek
Pussy super wet like creeks
F*ck on a bitch till she leak
Bout to touch a mil like meek
Bitch is you rollin then hop in
Tell me drop the top I'll drop it
Follow my command like bop it
Niggas all cap boy stop it
Getting shit hot like a mosh pit
All in my comments saying drop it
Pull the dick out she top it
Drop my tape they cop it
Whole lotta money on the way
Whole lot of my in the safe
Whole lot of money in the wraith
Whole lot of money in her face
Take this shit zero to a hundred
And you know the game we run it
And you know my city I run it
Coming for the top I'm coming
CBD in my body
F*cking on a bad lil hottie
Face is a eight
But a ten is her body
Real trend setter
All these lil niggas copy
F*cking that cash up
F*cking that bag up
Niggas wanna act tough
Four five hit em make em back up
Ride wit it cocked in my seat
Four five cocked on fleek
Ain't shot this bitch in a week
Still aim that bitch up at his beak
Aim that bitch at medula
Cut the limbs off in the cooler
I just copped some ice from my jeweler
Riding in the back like a Uber
Can't really dance I bop
Posted in the back with the rock
Same young nigga from the block
Had millionaire dreams with a mop
Getting shit lit with a glock
Slide down broad day light on a opp
I don't give a f*ck won't talk to no cop
Still got a twenty two tucked in the sock
Cause it's three types of niggas
Make it happen
Watch it happen
Some niggas that's watching
From the back cappin
Don't know what's going on
I put my heart on these beats
Up here on the songs
This here that street gospel
That street shit like hood poems
And it got the four by fours on it
Pulling up deep like Klay
And my niggas got the poles on em
Sixteen hundred for the P
I ain't got no lows on me
Get a new bitch every week
And she gotta keep white toes on her
Keep new flavors
Like cold stone
Trap phone bumping
My old phone
Chilling with a stunna
I'm stone cold
Tryna hit a play
My phone froze
One on one with the plug
I don't give a f*ck
Bout a middle man
Stomp a nigga out
In some timberlands
Head wide open
Need a ambulance
Two watches on me right now
Thirty on both my wrist
She do the two hand twist
Both hands on My dick
Shordy low head
She a head master
She go insane with the brain
Suck the dick
Till a nigga came
Told me no pain no gain
I just served a nigga in a Ac
Flip the lil bitch on her back
I just speak facts no cap
Bout to put the team on the map
Bout to put the team on the road
Every drug I got is sold
All this money new ain't old
Spent thirty racks on clothes
All dogs go to heaven
Rest In Peace all My dogs
I got shooters on hold
Waiting on me to make the call
We done came a long long way
Posted up back at the mall
Smoking on runtz
Ease the pain
Cause I gotta keep it raw
Trappin make it happen
For the green
Sippin on a ounce of the lean
Toating on the rock like Zeke
F*cking on a bad lil freak
Got good head she a geek
Pussy super wet like creeks
F*ck on a bitch till she leak
Bout to touch a mil like meek
Bitch is you rollin then hop in
Tell me drop the top I'll drop it
Follow my command like bop it
Niggas all cap boy stop it
Getting shit hot like a mosh pit
All in my comments saying drop it
Pull the dick out she top it
Drop my tape they cop it
Whole lotta money on the way
Whole lot of my in the safe
Whole lot of money in the wraith
Whole lot of money in her face
Take this shit zero to a hundred
And you know the game we run it
And you know my city I run it
Coming for the top I'm coming
CBD in my body
F*cking on a bad lil hottie
Face is a eight
But a ten is her body
Real trend setter
All these lil niggas copy
F*cking that cash up
F*cking that bag up
Niggas wanna act tough
Four five hit em make em back up
Ride wit it cocked in my seat
Four five cocked on fleek
Ain't shot this bitch in a week
Still aim that bitch up at his beak
Aim that bitch at medula
Cut the limbs off in the cooler
I just copped some ice from my jeweler
Riding in the back like a Uber
Can't really dance I bop
Posted in the back with the rock
Same young nigga from the block
Had millionaire dreams with a mop
Getting shit lit with a glock
Slide down broad day light on a opp
I don't give a f*ck won't talk to no cop
Still got a twenty two tucked in the sock
Cause it's three types of niggas
Make it happen
Watch it happen
Some niggas that's watching
From the back cappin
Don't know what's going on
I put my heart on these beats
Up here on the songs
This here that street gospel
That street shit like hood poems
Writer: Larry Hall
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