My Plug A Gringo, I Got Pink Toes
They call Me Soulja Boi In That Trap Got Rich Off Ringtone
Ima Thug ion want no comp hoe leave me lone
I got some water got some ice that u can ski on
Bill Withers in my cup I get my lean on
Ayee but I just popped A 30 that bitch bussin Ayee keep that stick on me bitch I'm bussin
Ayee I just walked in Neiman Bitch I'm bussin
Hit a pussy nigga with a headshot
I'll strangle a nigga until his f*cking head pop
Fenix and Drippy and yup we sliding with them red dots
And we pouring red drop you can get your head popped
Brand new Jeremy Scotts made out of Cheetahs
Put the iron on a nigga shirt like I work at the cleaners
Shoot the glock till it get hot
Like it got a fever
The bitch ran out of money so I had to leave her
If you aint bringing money then I'm gone nigga
Smoking strong nigga perkys get me in my zone nigga
If I pop this Roxy Imma f*ck her till the morn
When the pounds touch down
Yeah you know we get em gone
Bitch don't call me on my phone unless its bread
And I aint tryna talk unless you tryna give some head
We aint sipping Henny we just pouring up these meds
And any nigga try me we proceed to leave em dead
Everything I do is Ice water
Niggaz try and up the score up but they gotta try harder
Took out fields in the cut catching fades like a barber
20 times I had the Harbor booming like the Carter
Aye you know when I leave the club I'm tryna f*ck a nigga daughter
Aye its nothing, Bitch you know this 30 thing Bussin
And its true aye, why this nigga try me I'm gon shoot
I say yeah Im a blood but I keep everything on blue
That's a 100
100 bands in my G Star jeans
And I got my neck flooded like New Orleans
Maybach outside and I'm looking for my car keys
I got a colt and a twenty ounce popped a couple RP's
And we Got Brown For Sale Ayee Just Hit My Nigga Charlie
50 Glock On Me We Gone Box Em
Ayee she gone top I gave roxy hoe A roxy
She get the message 10:4 I think she copy
My Plug A Gringo, I Got Pink Toes
They call Me Soulja Boi In That Trap Got Rich Off Ringtone
Ima Thug ion want no comp hoe leave me lone
I got some water got some ice that u can ski on
Bill Withers in my cup I get my lean on
Ayee but I just popped A 30 that bitch bussin Ayee keep that stick on me bitch I'm bussin
Ayee I just walked in Neiman Bitch I'm bussin
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My Plug A Gringo, I Got Pink Toes
They call Me Soulja Boi In That Trap Got Rich Off Ringtone
Ima Thug ion want no comp hoe leave me lone
I got some water got some ice that u can ski on
Bill Withers in my cup I get my lean on
Ayee but I just popped A 30 that bitch bussin Ayee keep that stick on me bitch I'm bussin
Ayee I just walked in Neiman Bitch I'm bussin
Hit a pussy nigga with a headshot
I'll strangle a nigga until his f*cking head pop
Fenix and Drippy and yup we sliding with them red dots
And we pouring red drop you can get your head popped
Brand new Jeremy Scotts made out of Cheetahs
Put the iron on a nigga shirt like I work at the cleaners
Shoot the glock till it get hot
Like it got a fever
The bitch ran out of money so I had to leave her
If you aint bringing money then I'm gone nigga
Smoking strong nigga perkys get me in my zone nigga
If I pop this Roxy Imma f*ck her till the morn
When the pounds touch down
Yeah you know we get em gone
Bitch don't call me on my phone unless its bread
And I aint tryna talk unless you tryna give some head
We aint sipping Henny we just pouring up these meds
And any nigga try me we proceed to leave em dead
Everything I do is Ice water
Niggaz try and up the score up but they gotta try harder
Took out fields in the cut catching fades like a barber
20 times I had the Harbor booming like the Carter
Aye you know when I leave the club I'm tryna f*ck a nigga daughter
Aye its nothing, Bitch you know this 30 thing Bussin
And its true aye, why this nigga try me I'm gon shoot
I say yeah Im a blood but I keep everything on blue
That's a 100
100 bands in my G Star jeans
And I got my neck flooded like New Orleans
Maybach outside and I'm looking for my car keys
I got a colt and a twenty ounce popped a couple RP's
And we Got Brown For Sale Ayee Just Hit My Nigga Charlie
50 Glock On Me We Gone Box Em
Ayee she gone top I gave roxy hoe A roxy
She get the message 10:4 I think she copy
My Plug A Gringo, I Got Pink Toes
They call Me Soulja Boi In That Trap Got Rich Off Ringtone
Ima Thug ion want no comp hoe leave me lone
I got some water got some ice that u can ski on
Bill Withers in my cup I get my lean on
Ayee but I just popped A 30 that bitch bussin Ayee keep that stick on me bitch I'm bussin
Ayee I just walked in Neiman Bitch I'm bussin
They call Me Soulja Boi In That Trap Got Rich Off Ringtone
Ima Thug ion want no comp hoe leave me lone
I got some water got some ice that u can ski on
Bill Withers in my cup I get my lean on
Ayee but I just popped A 30 that bitch bussin Ayee keep that stick on me bitch I'm bussin
Ayee I just walked in Neiman Bitch I'm bussin
Hit a pussy nigga with a headshot
I'll strangle a nigga until his f*cking head pop
Fenix and Drippy and yup we sliding with them red dots
And we pouring red drop you can get your head popped
Brand new Jeremy Scotts made out of Cheetahs
Put the iron on a nigga shirt like I work at the cleaners
Shoot the glock till it get hot
Like it got a fever
The bitch ran out of money so I had to leave her
If you aint bringing money then I'm gone nigga
Smoking strong nigga perkys get me in my zone nigga
If I pop this Roxy Imma f*ck her till the morn
When the pounds touch down
Yeah you know we get em gone
Bitch don't call me on my phone unless its bread
And I aint tryna talk unless you tryna give some head
We aint sipping Henny we just pouring up these meds
And any nigga try me we proceed to leave em dead
Everything I do is Ice water
Niggaz try and up the score up but they gotta try harder
Took out fields in the cut catching fades like a barber
20 times I had the Harbor booming like the Carter
Aye you know when I leave the club I'm tryna f*ck a nigga daughter
Aye its nothing, Bitch you know this 30 thing Bussin
And its true aye, why this nigga try me I'm gon shoot
I say yeah Im a blood but I keep everything on blue
That's a 100
100 bands in my G Star jeans
And I got my neck flooded like New Orleans
Maybach outside and I'm looking for my car keys
I got a colt and a twenty ounce popped a couple RP's
And we Got Brown For Sale Ayee Just Hit My Nigga Charlie
50 Glock On Me We Gone Box Em
Ayee she gone top I gave roxy hoe A roxy
She get the message 10:4 I think she copy
My Plug A Gringo, I Got Pink Toes
They call Me Soulja Boi In That Trap Got Rich Off Ringtone
Ima Thug ion want no comp hoe leave me lone
I got some water got some ice that u can ski on
Bill Withers in my cup I get my lean on
Ayee but I just popped A 30 that bitch bussin Ayee keep that stick on me bitch I'm bussin
Ayee I just walked in Neiman Bitch I'm bussin
Writer: peso, drippy, fenix flexin, Nfant
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Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING