Touchdown with them goodies
Junkies shouting out hip hip hooray
I got loyal clientele they wait on me to get em straight
Know you selling pussy she gave it up for a pair of jays
Freaky let me suck your 'titties, I like how your nipples taste
Traffic just me and my drake
I'm trying to put it in they face
Ain't no way you having smoke with me that shit got to be laced
Your phone ain't rung all day
Pat em, make sure his pocket's straight
Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play
Sleepy, I drunk me a deuce of wok mixed in a lemonade
Creeping on him, bruh nem shooting Glocks right at his temple fade
Trying to shake my hand I'm trying to get you shot, renegade
Still wonder how the f*ck they got that drop them niggas played
He think he can take the smoke
Your lungs ain't big enough
Better watch how you approach
Lil' bruh nem got that glizzy' tucked
Slow motion, I'm saving up
I used to rock Taylor Chucks
He make sure everybody ate his day one still gave him up
Smack him, hit him with that switch
Tackle, when I send a blitz
Your bitch gave me head after I cracked her boy you bet not kiss
Niggas food, talm' bout chicken platter
Better have your stick
He be trying to re-up with my Slapperz, we gone bait em in
Small fry them f*ck niggas don't matter
Give his ass a spanking
392, stomp on the paddle this bitch get to yanking
Trying to steal the sauce, Planton'
Gangster leaning, off the Quagen
I pull up hitting bet I won't leave nobody remaining
Everybody ain't gon' get it and everybody can't go
Ain't nun' wrong with motivating but sometimes
You got to put all that energy into your goddamn self, and work your 1-2
Don't be out here waiting for motherf*ckers
They'll sleep you out and make you miss your blessings
Touched down with them goodies, junkies shouting out hip hip hooray
I got a loyal clientele, they wait on me to get em straight
Know you selling pussy, she gave it up for a pair of jays
Freaky, let me suck your titties' I like how your nipples taste
Traffic, just me and my Drac'
I'm trying to put it in they face
Ain't no way you having smoke with me, that shit gotta be laced
Your phone ain't rung all day
Pat em, make sure his pockets straight
Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play
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Touchdown with them goodies
Junkies shouting out hip hip hooray
I got loyal clientele they wait on me to get em straight
Know you selling pussy she gave it up for a pair of jays
Freaky let me suck your 'titties, I like how your nipples taste
Traffic just me and my drake
I'm trying to put it in they face
Ain't no way you having smoke with me that shit got to be laced
Your phone ain't rung all day
Pat em, make sure his pocket's straight
Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play
Sleepy, I drunk me a deuce of wok mixed in a lemonade
Creeping on him, bruh nem shooting Glocks right at his temple fade
Trying to shake my hand I'm trying to get you shot, renegade
Still wonder how the f*ck they got that drop them niggas played
He think he can take the smoke
Your lungs ain't big enough
Better watch how you approach
Lil' bruh nem got that glizzy' tucked
Slow motion, I'm saving up
I used to rock Taylor Chucks
He make sure everybody ate his day one still gave him up
Smack him, hit him with that switch
Tackle, when I send a blitz
Your bitch gave me head after I cracked her boy you bet not kiss
Niggas food, talm' bout chicken platter
Better have your stick
He be trying to re-up with my Slapperz, we gone bait em in
Small fry them f*ck niggas don't matter
Give his ass a spanking
392, stomp on the paddle this bitch get to yanking
Trying to steal the sauce, Planton'
Gangster leaning, off the Quagen
I pull up hitting bet I won't leave nobody remaining
Everybody ain't gon' get it and everybody can't go
Ain't nun' wrong with motivating but sometimes
You got to put all that energy into your goddamn self, and work your 1-2
Don't be out here waiting for motherf*ckers
They'll sleep you out and make you miss your blessings
Touched down with them goodies, junkies shouting out hip hip hooray
I got a loyal clientele, they wait on me to get em straight
Know you selling pussy, she gave it up for a pair of jays
Freaky, let me suck your titties' I like how your nipples taste
Traffic, just me and my Drac'
I'm trying to put it in they face
Ain't no way you having smoke with me, that shit gotta be laced
Your phone ain't rung all day
Pat em, make sure his pockets straight
Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play
Junkies shouting out hip hip hooray
I got loyal clientele they wait on me to get em straight
Know you selling pussy she gave it up for a pair of jays
Freaky let me suck your 'titties, I like how your nipples taste
Traffic just me and my drake
I'm trying to put it in they face
Ain't no way you having smoke with me that shit got to be laced
Your phone ain't rung all day
Pat em, make sure his pocket's straight
Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play
Sleepy, I drunk me a deuce of wok mixed in a lemonade
Creeping on him, bruh nem shooting Glocks right at his temple fade
Trying to shake my hand I'm trying to get you shot, renegade
Still wonder how the f*ck they got that drop them niggas played
He think he can take the smoke
Your lungs ain't big enough
Better watch how you approach
Lil' bruh nem got that glizzy' tucked
Slow motion, I'm saving up
I used to rock Taylor Chucks
He make sure everybody ate his day one still gave him up
Smack him, hit him with that switch
Tackle, when I send a blitz
Your bitch gave me head after I cracked her boy you bet not kiss
Niggas food, talm' bout chicken platter
Better have your stick
He be trying to re-up with my Slapperz, we gone bait em in
Small fry them f*ck niggas don't matter
Give his ass a spanking
392, stomp on the paddle this bitch get to yanking
Trying to steal the sauce, Planton'
Gangster leaning, off the Quagen
I pull up hitting bet I won't leave nobody remaining
Everybody ain't gon' get it and everybody can't go
Ain't nun' wrong with motivating but sometimes
You got to put all that energy into your goddamn self, and work your 1-2
Don't be out here waiting for motherf*ckers
They'll sleep you out and make you miss your blessings
Touched down with them goodies, junkies shouting out hip hip hooray
I got a loyal clientele, they wait on me to get em straight
Know you selling pussy, she gave it up for a pair of jays
Freaky, let me suck your titties' I like how your nipples taste
Traffic, just me and my Drac'
I'm trying to put it in they face
Ain't no way you having smoke with me, that shit gotta be laced
Your phone ain't rung all day
Pat em, make sure his pockets straight
Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play
Writer: S Davis
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