Yeah, known to let that Mack fly, just like my nigga, hect chop
So many flavors on the counter, bitch, look like a candy shop
Number ten in chains and emerald pins, my neck look like a glass, y'all
I done turnt up, my status, I'm only f*ckin' bougie bitches now
Rich nigga blew a bag on this bitch, but she still choosin' up
Start choosin', yeah, start choosin
I wake up, do whatever I want, my life a damn movie
Park the foreign pull up, doolie
I'm the only one who shoot it
Truck bed with bags in it, blue strips
I'm with tookie, gangsta rap, I went Boosie
R and B, you in Tootises, I'm in Chirac with a bad bitch
She say, you a goofy
Thought a nigga be tryin' to get in with us, act like some damn groupies
I can't wait to crash a nigga out to make sure he'll shoot it
Might pop out in a foreign today, tomorrow I might old school it
She say I get her pussy wet whenever I play slow music
Yeah, she say I get her pussy wet whenever I make slow music
Mash the gas on anybody, ain't never been with cop niggas
I can't stall him out, told her, bro, we rich for life, we make it out my Mexican house
So much paper on the counter like Professor gave a essay out
Shit, gonna ace him out, no hamstring, we stretch him out
Turned up my status, I'm only f*ckin' rich bitches now
Know to let that Mac fly just like my nigga Tracy T
And I'm pushin' pounds through this bitch
Push up on the East, I can't wait to push a bitch out
You won't let her leave, suffocate him, huh
Too many pounds, I won't let him breathe
Kick her out after I beat her down
I go Apollo Creed, hundred thousand, nigga
That ain't shit, that's on one of my sleeves
Break him down, put him back together, take out all the seed
Pressure blank, hear the nigga flip, now he Swiss cheese
Turned up my status, I spent the hundred thousand in Louis V
Apollo Creed inside the truck, lil' nigga, I'm the MVP
Ain't nobody safe, you better hide your hoe from Hect and Tracy T
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe from round the way
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe around T
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe away from Chop
Yeah, ain't nobody safe
Yeah, I ain't hold you
Didn't start you
Just let them move, yeah
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Yeah, known to let that Mack fly, just like my nigga, hect chop
So many flavors on the counter, bitch, look like a candy shop
Number ten in chains and emerald pins, my neck look like a glass, y'all
I done turnt up, my status, I'm only f*ckin' bougie bitches now
Rich nigga blew a bag on this bitch, but she still choosin' up
Start choosin', yeah, start choosin
I wake up, do whatever I want, my life a damn movie
Park the foreign pull up, doolie
I'm the only one who shoot it
Truck bed with bags in it, blue strips
I'm with tookie, gangsta rap, I went Boosie
R and B, you in Tootises, I'm in Chirac with a bad bitch
She say, you a goofy
Thought a nigga be tryin' to get in with us, act like some damn groupies
I can't wait to crash a nigga out to make sure he'll shoot it
Might pop out in a foreign today, tomorrow I might old school it
She say I get her pussy wet whenever I play slow music
Yeah, she say I get her pussy wet whenever I make slow music
Mash the gas on anybody, ain't never been with cop niggas
I can't stall him out, told her, bro, we rich for life, we make it out my Mexican house
So much paper on the counter like Professor gave a essay out
Shit, gonna ace him out, no hamstring, we stretch him out
Turned up my status, I'm only f*ckin' rich bitches now
Know to let that Mac fly just like my nigga Tracy T
And I'm pushin' pounds through this bitch
Push up on the East, I can't wait to push a bitch out
You won't let her leave, suffocate him, huh
Too many pounds, I won't let him breathe
Kick her out after I beat her down
I go Apollo Creed, hundred thousand, nigga
That ain't shit, that's on one of my sleeves
Break him down, put him back together, take out all the seed
Pressure blank, hear the nigga flip, now he Swiss cheese
Turned up my status, I spent the hundred thousand in Louis V
Apollo Creed inside the truck, lil' nigga, I'm the MVP
Ain't nobody safe, you better hide your hoe from Hect and Tracy T
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe from round the way
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe around T
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe away from Chop
Yeah, ain't nobody safe
Yeah, I ain't hold you
Didn't start you
Just let them move, yeah
So many flavors on the counter, bitch, look like a candy shop
Number ten in chains and emerald pins, my neck look like a glass, y'all
I done turnt up, my status, I'm only f*ckin' bougie bitches now
Rich nigga blew a bag on this bitch, but she still choosin' up
Start choosin', yeah, start choosin
I wake up, do whatever I want, my life a damn movie
Park the foreign pull up, doolie
I'm the only one who shoot it
Truck bed with bags in it, blue strips
I'm with tookie, gangsta rap, I went Boosie
R and B, you in Tootises, I'm in Chirac with a bad bitch
She say, you a goofy
Thought a nigga be tryin' to get in with us, act like some damn groupies
I can't wait to crash a nigga out to make sure he'll shoot it
Might pop out in a foreign today, tomorrow I might old school it
She say I get her pussy wet whenever I play slow music
Yeah, she say I get her pussy wet whenever I make slow music
Mash the gas on anybody, ain't never been with cop niggas
I can't stall him out, told her, bro, we rich for life, we make it out my Mexican house
So much paper on the counter like Professor gave a essay out
Shit, gonna ace him out, no hamstring, we stretch him out
Turned up my status, I'm only f*ckin' rich bitches now
Know to let that Mac fly just like my nigga Tracy T
And I'm pushin' pounds through this bitch
Push up on the East, I can't wait to push a bitch out
You won't let her leave, suffocate him, huh
Too many pounds, I won't let him breathe
Kick her out after I beat her down
I go Apollo Creed, hundred thousand, nigga
That ain't shit, that's on one of my sleeves
Break him down, put him back together, take out all the seed
Pressure blank, hear the nigga flip, now he Swiss cheese
Turned up my status, I spent the hundred thousand in Louis V
Apollo Creed inside the truck, lil' nigga, I'm the MVP
Ain't nobody safe, you better hide your hoe from Hect and Tracy T
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe from round the way
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe around T
Ain't nobody safe, you better keep your hoe away from Chop
Yeah, ain't nobody safe
Yeah, I ain't hold you
Didn't start you
Just let them move, yeah
Writer: Dalemonte Stilley
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