We sippin' on the drink up in the party, gettin' crunk
If a nigga a try to touch me, or the set he getting slumped
I dear a nigga try to jump me, I'ma always keep my fye
Carry Gen five, twenty-three, you gonna die
You probably heard some shit about me niggas tellin' lies
I kept it real with people, niggas went and hide they hand
I make yo bitch my fan, niggas get hit with the gen
This Glock, hold mo den 10, I miss my bro wanna see him again
I just rolled a 8th and smoked to the face, I'm gettin' stuck
I'm makin' money, money, money, and my pockets gettin' stuffed
I just ran me up a bag so high, I just can't get enough
I be tryna hit this hoe for years now, she can't get enough
Stand on 10, on all my business, bruh, spread him down it made him glad
She see them hoes that hit my phone, she know I'ma go, I made her mad sippin drank and smokin Za she gon' let a nigga stab
Logo blocks up on this Glock, it's not gonna leave a scab
Brody say he tryna do em wrong, leave em dead on that slab
I smoke tree, lil' baby, you won't never see me take a dab
She doin' that shit for attention, I can tell she ain't got no dad
She got good intentions, though, roll my Za, tote my pole
Told her, ain't no other hoes, you my girl, so you my baby
Scratch my back, you drive me crazy, she know she my old lady
Can't be my wife, but have my baby, I'm dosin', back-to-back, I'm lazy
Niggas not really touchin' bands, so that's why they so shady
In A Striker, shit, Mercedes, I know hard times gon' come your way
Niggas dyin' every day, you better make sure people straight
I can't be around that nigga, he the type to put on capes
He tryna go and save a hoe, lil' nigga, you might meet your fate
V8 is the engine, doing hundred down the interstate
See niggas thinkin' with they dick, I send a bitch, bite the bait
I was in my lowest, talk to God I went ahead and prayed
Had to talk with God and told him, nigga, in my way, just know he played
I'm so 615 made, niggas broke, they can't keep up
Got this drink all in my cup, get this money, run it up
Doing tricks like Teanna Trump, smoke this gas, she know it's funk
She got a nigga turned up off the liquor, got me throwin' up
She got a nigga turned up off the liquor, got me throwin' up
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We sippin' on the drink up in the party, gettin' crunk
If a nigga a try to touch me, or the set he getting slumped
I dear a nigga try to jump me, I'ma always keep my fye
Carry Gen five, twenty-three, you gonna die
You probably heard some shit about me niggas tellin' lies
I kept it real with people, niggas went and hide they hand
I make yo bitch my fan, niggas get hit with the gen
This Glock, hold mo den 10, I miss my bro wanna see him again
I just rolled a 8th and smoked to the face, I'm gettin' stuck
I'm makin' money, money, money, and my pockets gettin' stuffed
I just ran me up a bag so high, I just can't get enough
I be tryna hit this hoe for years now, she can't get enough
Stand on 10, on all my business, bruh, spread him down it made him glad
She see them hoes that hit my phone, she know I'ma go, I made her mad sippin drank and smokin Za she gon' let a nigga stab
Logo blocks up on this Glock, it's not gonna leave a scab
Brody say he tryna do em wrong, leave em dead on that slab
I smoke tree, lil' baby, you won't never see me take a dab
She doin' that shit for attention, I can tell she ain't got no dad
She got good intentions, though, roll my Za, tote my pole
Told her, ain't no other hoes, you my girl, so you my baby
Scratch my back, you drive me crazy, she know she my old lady
Can't be my wife, but have my baby, I'm dosin', back-to-back, I'm lazy
Niggas not really touchin' bands, so that's why they so shady
In A Striker, shit, Mercedes, I know hard times gon' come your way
Niggas dyin' every day, you better make sure people straight
I can't be around that nigga, he the type to put on capes
He tryna go and save a hoe, lil' nigga, you might meet your fate
V8 is the engine, doing hundred down the interstate
See niggas thinkin' with they dick, I send a bitch, bite the bait
I was in my lowest, talk to God I went ahead and prayed
Had to talk with God and told him, nigga, in my way, just know he played
I'm so 615 made, niggas broke, they can't keep up
Got this drink all in my cup, get this money, run it up
Doing tricks like Teanna Trump, smoke this gas, she know it's funk
She got a nigga turned up off the liquor, got me throwin' up
She got a nigga turned up off the liquor, got me throwin' up
If a nigga a try to touch me, or the set he getting slumped
I dear a nigga try to jump me, I'ma always keep my fye
Carry Gen five, twenty-three, you gonna die
You probably heard some shit about me niggas tellin' lies
I kept it real with people, niggas went and hide they hand
I make yo bitch my fan, niggas get hit with the gen
This Glock, hold mo den 10, I miss my bro wanna see him again
I just rolled a 8th and smoked to the face, I'm gettin' stuck
I'm makin' money, money, money, and my pockets gettin' stuffed
I just ran me up a bag so high, I just can't get enough
I be tryna hit this hoe for years now, she can't get enough
Stand on 10, on all my business, bruh, spread him down it made him glad
She see them hoes that hit my phone, she know I'ma go, I made her mad sippin drank and smokin Za she gon' let a nigga stab
Logo blocks up on this Glock, it's not gonna leave a scab
Brody say he tryna do em wrong, leave em dead on that slab
I smoke tree, lil' baby, you won't never see me take a dab
She doin' that shit for attention, I can tell she ain't got no dad
She got good intentions, though, roll my Za, tote my pole
Told her, ain't no other hoes, you my girl, so you my baby
Scratch my back, you drive me crazy, she know she my old lady
Can't be my wife, but have my baby, I'm dosin', back-to-back, I'm lazy
Niggas not really touchin' bands, so that's why they so shady
In A Striker, shit, Mercedes, I know hard times gon' come your way
Niggas dyin' every day, you better make sure people straight
I can't be around that nigga, he the type to put on capes
He tryna go and save a hoe, lil' nigga, you might meet your fate
V8 is the engine, doing hundred down the interstate
See niggas thinkin' with they dick, I send a bitch, bite the bait
I was in my lowest, talk to God I went ahead and prayed
Had to talk with God and told him, nigga, in my way, just know he played
I'm so 615 made, niggas broke, they can't keep up
Got this drink all in my cup, get this money, run it up
Doing tricks like Teanna Trump, smoke this gas, she know it's funk
She got a nigga turned up off the liquor, got me throwin' up
She got a nigga turned up off the liquor, got me throwin' up
Writer: Kevarion Whitsey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid