Yup brother you already know what the f*ck goin on, Big eights bitch
Damn, Z, what are you doing, man
Yeahh man you know yuh
I feel so euphoria
Brother tuck that nine when he walk in the store, nigga
If we see the opps, then you know we finna blow, nigga
All you faggot-ass niggas hatin', get in row nigga
I ain't never scared hit the play with no pole, bitch
I put that burberry jacket on, but it ain't cold bitch
When I drop off the load to your bitch, crib, don't get mad
She the one beggin' me to slide, cause I got that bag
It ain't my fault when I walk around, my pockets fat
All these fake trappers always cap, they ain't got a racks
Flexin' all that shit on a gram, gon' get you jacked
Yo mama booty so big, she got ten pounds, of bounce that ass
Had to sit back, she was twerkin on my face, gave me whiplash
That shit stink so bad, thinks she farted, shit, burnt my nose
Couldn't stand that shit, hopped in that whip and I left
I be cheatin' the game too much, I think I need a ref
Yo, big homie too fat, he don't even drill like that
What he need to do is stuff his face with another Big Mac
Caught yo dawg slipin told him come and get his shit back
Broke-ass, lil' bitch
Niggas needa get they shit right, or we take yo pipe
Stackin' dog shit with the gang, that's the shit I like
Feel like YJ with your bitch, I'm the Coochie man
You the type of nigga lace dranks, you the roofie man
Your homeboy look retarded, he probably the stupid man
Prolly think i'm cap, but I get to the stacks, nigga
All the slimes slide down, come and say Slatt, nigga
The whole gang slidin' through, screamin' Big eights bitch
You talkin' down on the gang, diggin you a grave bitch
Tombstone lookin' nice, wit your f*ckin' name, bitch
F*ck with me, pick your poison, finna bust yo brain, bitch
Your sexy baby mama, bustin' balls at my f*ckin' crib
Damn, that booty so juicy fat, had to grab that ass
You said what's that cookin' on the block, nigga, that's that gas
I'm a top tier nigga, walkin' round first class
Got the chop, it go, boom, boom, boom, knockin at your door
At yo bitch crib, and i cha cha slide to your hoe
Up the glock on your big homie and its case closed
Lil mama slide me the pole, yeah, I know I take those
I don't care about no hoe, all I want is pesos
Youngin bustin' bowls, weed and bricks, outside granny crib
All these blues i was flexin', must thought I was a crip
But I ain't rep no gang, all I rep is that bag, nigga
Brother said he couldn't see, so I put a beam on his pole
All It really take is one play, now I'm on the road
I be trappin' so hard, think I caught a f*ckin' cold
Better tapin with me, I can get you on the low
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Yup brother you already know what the f*ck goin on, Big eights bitch
Damn, Z, what are you doing, man
Yeahh man you know yuh
I feel so euphoria
Brother tuck that nine when he walk in the store, nigga
If we see the opps, then you know we finna blow, nigga
All you faggot-ass niggas hatin', get in row nigga
I ain't never scared hit the play with no pole, bitch
I put that burberry jacket on, but it ain't cold bitch
When I drop off the load to your bitch, crib, don't get mad
She the one beggin' me to slide, cause I got that bag
It ain't my fault when I walk around, my pockets fat
All these fake trappers always cap, they ain't got a racks
Flexin' all that shit on a gram, gon' get you jacked
Yo mama booty so big, she got ten pounds, of bounce that ass
Had to sit back, she was twerkin on my face, gave me whiplash
That shit stink so bad, thinks she farted, shit, burnt my nose
Couldn't stand that shit, hopped in that whip and I left
I be cheatin' the game too much, I think I need a ref
Yo, big homie too fat, he don't even drill like that
What he need to do is stuff his face with another Big Mac
Caught yo dawg slipin told him come and get his shit back
Broke-ass, lil' bitch
Niggas needa get they shit right, or we take yo pipe
Stackin' dog shit with the gang, that's the shit I like
Feel like YJ with your bitch, I'm the Coochie man
You the type of nigga lace dranks, you the roofie man
Your homeboy look retarded, he probably the stupid man
Prolly think i'm cap, but I get to the stacks, nigga
All the slimes slide down, come and say Slatt, nigga
The whole gang slidin' through, screamin' Big eights bitch
You talkin' down on the gang, diggin you a grave bitch
Tombstone lookin' nice, wit your f*ckin' name, bitch
F*ck with me, pick your poison, finna bust yo brain, bitch
Your sexy baby mama, bustin' balls at my f*ckin' crib
Damn, that booty so juicy fat, had to grab that ass
You said what's that cookin' on the block, nigga, that's that gas
I'm a top tier nigga, walkin' round first class
Got the chop, it go, boom, boom, boom, knockin at your door
At yo bitch crib, and i cha cha slide to your hoe
Up the glock on your big homie and its case closed
Lil mama slide me the pole, yeah, I know I take those
I don't care about no hoe, all I want is pesos
Youngin bustin' bowls, weed and bricks, outside granny crib
All these blues i was flexin', must thought I was a crip
But I ain't rep no gang, all I rep is that bag, nigga
Brother said he couldn't see, so I put a beam on his pole
All It really take is one play, now I'm on the road
I be trappin' so hard, think I caught a f*ckin' cold
Better tapin with me, I can get you on the low
Damn, Z, what are you doing, man
Yeahh man you know yuh
I feel so euphoria
Brother tuck that nine when he walk in the store, nigga
If we see the opps, then you know we finna blow, nigga
All you faggot-ass niggas hatin', get in row nigga
I ain't never scared hit the play with no pole, bitch
I put that burberry jacket on, but it ain't cold bitch
When I drop off the load to your bitch, crib, don't get mad
She the one beggin' me to slide, cause I got that bag
It ain't my fault when I walk around, my pockets fat
All these fake trappers always cap, they ain't got a racks
Flexin' all that shit on a gram, gon' get you jacked
Yo mama booty so big, she got ten pounds, of bounce that ass
Had to sit back, she was twerkin on my face, gave me whiplash
That shit stink so bad, thinks she farted, shit, burnt my nose
Couldn't stand that shit, hopped in that whip and I left
I be cheatin' the game too much, I think I need a ref
Yo, big homie too fat, he don't even drill like that
What he need to do is stuff his face with another Big Mac
Caught yo dawg slipin told him come and get his shit back
Broke-ass, lil' bitch
Niggas needa get they shit right, or we take yo pipe
Stackin' dog shit with the gang, that's the shit I like
Feel like YJ with your bitch, I'm the Coochie man
You the type of nigga lace dranks, you the roofie man
Your homeboy look retarded, he probably the stupid man
Prolly think i'm cap, but I get to the stacks, nigga
All the slimes slide down, come and say Slatt, nigga
The whole gang slidin' through, screamin' Big eights bitch
You talkin' down on the gang, diggin you a grave bitch
Tombstone lookin' nice, wit your f*ckin' name, bitch
F*ck with me, pick your poison, finna bust yo brain, bitch
Your sexy baby mama, bustin' balls at my f*ckin' crib
Damn, that booty so juicy fat, had to grab that ass
You said what's that cookin' on the block, nigga, that's that gas
I'm a top tier nigga, walkin' round first class
Got the chop, it go, boom, boom, boom, knockin at your door
At yo bitch crib, and i cha cha slide to your hoe
Up the glock on your big homie and its case closed
Lil mama slide me the pole, yeah, I know I take those
I don't care about no hoe, all I want is pesos
Youngin bustin' bowls, weed and bricks, outside granny crib
All these blues i was flexin', must thought I was a crip
But I ain't rep no gang, all I rep is that bag, nigga
Brother said he couldn't see, so I put a beam on his pole
All It really take is one play, now I'm on the road
I be trappin' so hard, think I caught a f*ckin' cold
Better tapin with me, I can get you on the low
Writer: odin forehand
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