Fresh head-to-toe
Im back in that mode
I kick down this door
Like anyone home?
Why you feel the need to call?
Im breaking down the wall
Drop that check, i just f*cked up the whole mall
Give me my respect i can teach you how to ball
I smoke dope, 365, get high go to mars
I just had a feeling its wrong
I just keep my head in my phone
This just a .5 im rollin up for all my dead ones who gone
My shit on silent dont try hit me dont try calling my phone
Bad bitches, cash, money, reason I made this song
It's baybo season, you don't like it, bitch, just move along
Pretty women rule my world, my bitch bad to the bone
She a virgin, bitch, bout to explore the unknown
AR with this drum, Sound like Al Capone
I just did my wrist, I look classy, AP 2-tone
This lil freak hoe nasty, want me to f*ck her like i know her
Blues get me horny, baby, racks, get me boner
Real life stoner, She want me to f*ck her to the night right to the morning
This glock stay on my side, its gon leave em hurting
Im sorry girl im trying but i aint f*cking perfect
If they send shots then girl we sliding take off speeding with a purpose
Dump this whole shit na i aint tired
Reload the clip and keep it going yeah
Like AL Capone im a real f*cking gangster,she want me to take her home but i cant cause they might try and get me hit yea get me gone
Smokin on this what the f*ck man this shit really got me gone
Diamonds all up on my body, Shining bright yea they 2-tone
Always got a attitude i tell that hoe to watch her tone or tell her leave me lone yea
Why you aint when i called yo phone?
Smoke so much might get cancer but it keep me strong
You got questions with answers i cant tell you no
Yea this bitch bad she a dancer
She want me to love her tell her no and now im wrong
Opps gas pack in my blunt is really strong
She on her knees claim that im her king i need my throne
Brodie on the corner selling crack he really throwed
Is been sevral days and im still up on the road
Momma call my phone she like when you coming home?
Ima hit her back and tell her "I dont really know"
She worry bout her son yea i can tell i just know
Tell her that im straight never leave with out my pole
Cause if they try, send em boys to hell and get em gone, gone
(Get em gone, gone)
(Ya Slatt)
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Fresh head-to-toe
Im back in that mode
I kick down this door
Like anyone home?
Why you feel the need to call?
Im breaking down the wall
Drop that check, i just f*cked up the whole mall
Give me my respect i can teach you how to ball
I smoke dope, 365, get high go to mars
I just had a feeling its wrong
I just keep my head in my phone
This just a .5 im rollin up for all my dead ones who gone
My shit on silent dont try hit me dont try calling my phone
Bad bitches, cash, money, reason I made this song
It's baybo season, you don't like it, bitch, just move along
Pretty women rule my world, my bitch bad to the bone
She a virgin, bitch, bout to explore the unknown
AR with this drum, Sound like Al Capone
I just did my wrist, I look classy, AP 2-tone
This lil freak hoe nasty, want me to f*ck her like i know her
Blues get me horny, baby, racks, get me boner
Real life stoner, She want me to f*ck her to the night right to the morning
This glock stay on my side, its gon leave em hurting
Im sorry girl im trying but i aint f*cking perfect
If they send shots then girl we sliding take off speeding with a purpose
Dump this whole shit na i aint tired
Reload the clip and keep it going yeah
Like AL Capone im a real f*cking gangster,she want me to take her home but i cant cause they might try and get me hit yea get me gone
Smokin on this what the f*ck man this shit really got me gone
Diamonds all up on my body, Shining bright yea they 2-tone
Always got a attitude i tell that hoe to watch her tone or tell her leave me lone yea
Why you aint when i called yo phone?
Smoke so much might get cancer but it keep me strong
You got questions with answers i cant tell you no
Yea this bitch bad she a dancer
She want me to love her tell her no and now im wrong
Opps gas pack in my blunt is really strong
She on her knees claim that im her king i need my throne
Brodie on the corner selling crack he really throwed
Is been sevral days and im still up on the road
Momma call my phone she like when you coming home?
Ima hit her back and tell her "I dont really know"
She worry bout her son yea i can tell i just know
Tell her that im straight never leave with out my pole
Cause if they try, send em boys to hell and get em gone, gone
(Get em gone, gone)
(Ya Slatt)
Im back in that mode
I kick down this door
Like anyone home?
Why you feel the need to call?
Im breaking down the wall
Drop that check, i just f*cked up the whole mall
Give me my respect i can teach you how to ball
I smoke dope, 365, get high go to mars
I just had a feeling its wrong
I just keep my head in my phone
This just a .5 im rollin up for all my dead ones who gone
My shit on silent dont try hit me dont try calling my phone
Bad bitches, cash, money, reason I made this song
It's baybo season, you don't like it, bitch, just move along
Pretty women rule my world, my bitch bad to the bone
She a virgin, bitch, bout to explore the unknown
AR with this drum, Sound like Al Capone
I just did my wrist, I look classy, AP 2-tone
This lil freak hoe nasty, want me to f*ck her like i know her
Blues get me horny, baby, racks, get me boner
Real life stoner, She want me to f*ck her to the night right to the morning
This glock stay on my side, its gon leave em hurting
Im sorry girl im trying but i aint f*cking perfect
If they send shots then girl we sliding take off speeding with a purpose
Dump this whole shit na i aint tired
Reload the clip and keep it going yeah
Like AL Capone im a real f*cking gangster,she want me to take her home but i cant cause they might try and get me hit yea get me gone
Smokin on this what the f*ck man this shit really got me gone
Diamonds all up on my body, Shining bright yea they 2-tone
Always got a attitude i tell that hoe to watch her tone or tell her leave me lone yea
Why you aint when i called yo phone?
Smoke so much might get cancer but it keep me strong
You got questions with answers i cant tell you no
Yea this bitch bad she a dancer
She want me to love her tell her no and now im wrong
Opps gas pack in my blunt is really strong
She on her knees claim that im her king i need my throne
Brodie on the corner selling crack he really throwed
Is been sevral days and im still up on the road
Momma call my phone she like when you coming home?
Ima hit her back and tell her "I dont really know"
She worry bout her son yea i can tell i just know
Tell her that im straight never leave with out my pole
Cause if they try, send em boys to hell and get em gone, gone
(Get em gone, gone)
(Ya Slatt)
Writer: josiah stewart
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid