The first lil' half off first, before I even
Bitch ass nigga
Girl, stop playin' with that nigga K.J, man
Come on
Bitch ass nigga
Come on
Go
Come on
Go! Go
Come on
Ballin too hard, feel like Shawn Kemp
Spin nigga block and we lower the rent
Real money getter, don't care what I spent
Talkin' too much, made my dick go limp
Age 17 already had me a temp
Age 15, seen a nigga get drenched
Age 16, I was spinnin' the block
I catch me a opp, he get popped like a blimp
ARP took some off the top and some off the side
We gave him a temp
Where my money at, hoe
I smack nigga bitch
Real life feel like a pimp
These niggas be payin' for pussy
I can't believe this shit
These niggas be simp
I'm just countin' money in Dolce
With a bad bitch, she's feedin' me shrimp
Nigga be actin' tough on the gram
Whole time knowin' this nigga a bitch
My crew cheesin, we yellin, I'm drenched
Hit a nigga, block up, just me and twin
Taiwan shooter, he carry a gen
Wet a nigga up like Jeremy Lin
He caught him a buck and I gave him ten
Chops so loud like a ceiling fan
I ain't lud foe, but I'm the man
Wood so hot that it burn my hand
Stuck inside
Stuck inside, Dabney wasn't the plan
Wear my tracks everywhere I land
Chop so loud, can't hear what you sayin
Man, this Glock got a drum in it
Every time I bang this bitch, it sound like a band
I'm tryin' to catch me a white nigga
Hit him with flame and give that nigga a tan
Tryin' to put hoes in his clothes
You know he a hoe
When you see me, you know that he ran
Twin got no control
When he up in the pole, you see he makin' you dance
Smokin' on Za from Cali
Got me off the wall
You think I'm smokin' on Vans
I'm from Columbus, right now in cincy
F*ckin' up racks and I'm thumpin' through bands
They call me a mir, I'm a shark
If you tryin' to get drowned, you already know you gon' come to the land
Bitches be hittin' my phone
Got a couple of cincy and you know I got some in Japan
I got three felony charges
Show you the paperwork, think that I'm playin
Wait, nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
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English
The first lil' half off first, before I even
Bitch ass nigga
Girl, stop playin' with that nigga K.J, man
Come on
Bitch ass nigga
Come on
Go
Come on
Go! Go
Come on
Ballin too hard, feel like Shawn Kemp
Spin nigga block and we lower the rent
Real money getter, don't care what I spent
Talkin' too much, made my dick go limp
Age 17 already had me a temp
Age 15, seen a nigga get drenched
Age 16, I was spinnin' the block
I catch me a opp, he get popped like a blimp
ARP took some off the top and some off the side
We gave him a temp
Where my money at, hoe
I smack nigga bitch
Real life feel like a pimp
These niggas be payin' for pussy
I can't believe this shit
These niggas be simp
I'm just countin' money in Dolce
With a bad bitch, she's feedin' me shrimp
Nigga be actin' tough on the gram
Whole time knowin' this nigga a bitch
My crew cheesin, we yellin, I'm drenched
Hit a nigga, block up, just me and twin
Taiwan shooter, he carry a gen
Wet a nigga up like Jeremy Lin
He caught him a buck and I gave him ten
Chops so loud like a ceiling fan
I ain't lud foe, but I'm the man
Wood so hot that it burn my hand
Stuck inside
Stuck inside, Dabney wasn't the plan
Wear my tracks everywhere I land
Chop so loud, can't hear what you sayin
Man, this Glock got a drum in it
Every time I bang this bitch, it sound like a band
I'm tryin' to catch me a white nigga
Hit him with flame and give that nigga a tan
Tryin' to put hoes in his clothes
You know he a hoe
When you see me, you know that he ran
Twin got no control
When he up in the pole, you see he makin' you dance
Smokin' on Za from Cali
Got me off the wall
You think I'm smokin' on Vans
I'm from Columbus, right now in cincy
F*ckin' up racks and I'm thumpin' through bands
They call me a mir, I'm a shark
If you tryin' to get drowned, you already know you gon' come to the land
Bitches be hittin' my phone
Got a couple of cincy and you know I got some in Japan
I got three felony charges
Show you the paperwork, think that I'm playin
Wait, nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Bitch ass nigga
Girl, stop playin' with that nigga K.J, man
Come on
Bitch ass nigga
Come on
Go
Come on
Go! Go
Come on
Ballin too hard, feel like Shawn Kemp
Spin nigga block and we lower the rent
Real money getter, don't care what I spent
Talkin' too much, made my dick go limp
Age 17 already had me a temp
Age 15, seen a nigga get drenched
Age 16, I was spinnin' the block
I catch me a opp, he get popped like a blimp
ARP took some off the top and some off the side
We gave him a temp
Where my money at, hoe
I smack nigga bitch
Real life feel like a pimp
These niggas be payin' for pussy
I can't believe this shit
These niggas be simp
I'm just countin' money in Dolce
With a bad bitch, she's feedin' me shrimp
Nigga be actin' tough on the gram
Whole time knowin' this nigga a bitch
My crew cheesin, we yellin, I'm drenched
Hit a nigga, block up, just me and twin
Taiwan shooter, he carry a gen
Wet a nigga up like Jeremy Lin
He caught him a buck and I gave him ten
Chops so loud like a ceiling fan
I ain't lud foe, but I'm the man
Wood so hot that it burn my hand
Stuck inside
Stuck inside, Dabney wasn't the plan
Wear my tracks everywhere I land
Chop so loud, can't hear what you sayin
Man, this Glock got a drum in it
Every time I bang this bitch, it sound like a band
I'm tryin' to catch me a white nigga
Hit him with flame and give that nigga a tan
Tryin' to put hoes in his clothes
You know he a hoe
When you see me, you know that he ran
Twin got no control
When he up in the pole, you see he makin' you dance
Smokin' on Za from Cali
Got me off the wall
You think I'm smokin' on Vans
I'm from Columbus, right now in cincy
F*ckin' up racks and I'm thumpin' through bands
They call me a mir, I'm a shark
If you tryin' to get drowned, you already know you gon' come to the land
Bitches be hittin' my phone
Got a couple of cincy and you know I got some in Japan
I got three felony charges
Show you the paperwork, think that I'm playin
Wait, nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Nigga, what
Writer: Tishawn Porter
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