We loaded the spot, we double these cups in this red pop
Bitch we post up, Gs in the lot we got money now
And that's no doubt, we stay in the top of some mountains yuh
She gon' back it up, my shawty yeah yeah she gon' back it up
Ya'll fans, huh, lil nigga gon' get your bags up
It's a big glock, big choppa, gon' teach you manners huh
Enough of the chitchat, I'm out here, I'm uppin status
My bitches a dub, uh, all of my bitches the baddest
I got my money straight, uh, I got my priorities straight
I got your bitch in the mink, uh, yeah she gon' stop in the wangs
Your bitch wit me in the range, uh, pockets on me, overweight
Yeah we like this but don't date, uh, shawty she still wanna taste
Like man, I don't really give a f*ck, I'm just gon' roll up a blunt
Uh, I'm just gon' fill up my cup, uh, all of my pockets They stuffed
Stuffed, stuffed, stuffed with the cash, uh
All my hoes on bad, uh, got twenty sittin' on the land, Like, I just be countin' up cash, uh
I'm gon' pull up, grippin' grain, niggas cap and that's on gang
That's my side, she ain't my main, ain't no locks, rockin' braids
Cop some shit, you niggas can't, I'm gon' pour me uo some drank
Smokin' different, type of strains, and bitch I'm countin' up, bank
More money than my classmates,more money than my teacher
F*ck school, I didn't graduate, I was smokin' on that reefer
Hunnids, yeah, I'm countin' it, you cannot f*ck with this
Yea I stay runnin' up, bad bitch, yeah, she lovin' it, uh
We loaded the spot, we double these cups in this red pop
Bitch we post up, Gs in the lot we got money now
And that's no doubt, we stay in the top of some mountains yuh
She gon' back it up, my shawty yeah yeah she gon' back it up
The bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, f*ck up the bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, uh uh
F*ck up the bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, uh uh, f*ck up the bag, yah yah
I'm ridin' through my city and you can't tell me shit
I'm slidin' and I got your bitch up in my whip
She chose up on a P, now you ain't gon' do shit
We fly every day like we three,six
Been gone for a minute back, hittin up the 6ix
I'm ballin' all day like this is tournament
'Xotic in the cup and I'm smokin' on that spliff
Glocky on my hip, bitch, we ain't new to shit
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We loaded the spot, we double these cups in this red pop
Bitch we post up, Gs in the lot we got money now
And that's no doubt, we stay in the top of some mountains yuh
She gon' back it up, my shawty yeah yeah she gon' back it up
Ya'll fans, huh, lil nigga gon' get your bags up
It's a big glock, big choppa, gon' teach you manners huh
Enough of the chitchat, I'm out here, I'm uppin status
My bitches a dub, uh, all of my bitches the baddest
I got my money straight, uh, I got my priorities straight
I got your bitch in the mink, uh, yeah she gon' stop in the wangs
Your bitch wit me in the range, uh, pockets on me, overweight
Yeah we like this but don't date, uh, shawty she still wanna taste
Like man, I don't really give a f*ck, I'm just gon' roll up a blunt
Uh, I'm just gon' fill up my cup, uh, all of my pockets They stuffed
Stuffed, stuffed, stuffed with the cash, uh
All my hoes on bad, uh, got twenty sittin' on the land, Like, I just be countin' up cash, uh
I'm gon' pull up, grippin' grain, niggas cap and that's on gang
That's my side, she ain't my main, ain't no locks, rockin' braids
Cop some shit, you niggas can't, I'm gon' pour me uo some drank
Smokin' different, type of strains, and bitch I'm countin' up, bank
More money than my classmates,more money than my teacher
F*ck school, I didn't graduate, I was smokin' on that reefer
Hunnids, yeah, I'm countin' it, you cannot f*ck with this
Yea I stay runnin' up, bad bitch, yeah, she lovin' it, uh
We loaded the spot, we double these cups in this red pop
Bitch we post up, Gs in the lot we got money now
And that's no doubt, we stay in the top of some mountains yuh
She gon' back it up, my shawty yeah yeah she gon' back it up
The bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, f*ck up the bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, uh uh
F*ck up the bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, uh uh, f*ck up the bag, yah yah
I'm ridin' through my city and you can't tell me shit
I'm slidin' and I got your bitch up in my whip
She chose up on a P, now you ain't gon' do shit
We fly every day like we three,six
Been gone for a minute back, hittin up the 6ix
I'm ballin' all day like this is tournament
'Xotic in the cup and I'm smokin' on that spliff
Glocky on my hip, bitch, we ain't new to shit
Bitch we post up, Gs in the lot we got money now
And that's no doubt, we stay in the top of some mountains yuh
She gon' back it up, my shawty yeah yeah she gon' back it up
Ya'll fans, huh, lil nigga gon' get your bags up
It's a big glock, big choppa, gon' teach you manners huh
Enough of the chitchat, I'm out here, I'm uppin status
My bitches a dub, uh, all of my bitches the baddest
I got my money straight, uh, I got my priorities straight
I got your bitch in the mink, uh, yeah she gon' stop in the wangs
Your bitch wit me in the range, uh, pockets on me, overweight
Yeah we like this but don't date, uh, shawty she still wanna taste
Like man, I don't really give a f*ck, I'm just gon' roll up a blunt
Uh, I'm just gon' fill up my cup, uh, all of my pockets They stuffed
Stuffed, stuffed, stuffed with the cash, uh
All my hoes on bad, uh, got twenty sittin' on the land, Like, I just be countin' up cash, uh
I'm gon' pull up, grippin' grain, niggas cap and that's on gang
That's my side, she ain't my main, ain't no locks, rockin' braids
Cop some shit, you niggas can't, I'm gon' pour me uo some drank
Smokin' different, type of strains, and bitch I'm countin' up, bank
More money than my classmates,more money than my teacher
F*ck school, I didn't graduate, I was smokin' on that reefer
Hunnids, yeah, I'm countin' it, you cannot f*ck with this
Yea I stay runnin' up, bad bitch, yeah, she lovin' it, uh
We loaded the spot, we double these cups in this red pop
Bitch we post up, Gs in the lot we got money now
And that's no doubt, we stay in the top of some mountains yuh
She gon' back it up, my shawty yeah yeah she gon' back it up
The bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, f*ck up the bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, uh uh
F*ck up the bag, yea she gon f*ck up the bag, uh uh, f*ck up the bag, yah yah
I'm ridin' through my city and you can't tell me shit
I'm slidin' and I got your bitch up in my whip
She chose up on a P, now you ain't gon' do shit
We fly every day like we three,six
Been gone for a minute back, hittin up the 6ix
I'm ballin' all day like this is tournament
'Xotic in the cup and I'm smokin' on that spliff
Glocky on my hip, bitch, we ain't new to shit
Writer: Joshua James
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