Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
If she not f*cking
I tell her don't slide
I back out my cock
And she giving me slob
Nut in her hair
And I f*ck up her bob
That bitch is a thot
And she loving the squad
That bitch is a thot
And she loving the squad
And she suxking on cock
And she fuxk with the opps
Nut in her hair
And I fuxk up her bob
That bitch loving the cock
That bitch loving the block.
Too many opps
We got too many shots
We bend too many blocks
We watch too many drop
Hittin you up
Now I heard that you dead
You stupid lil nigga
You laid in a bed.
Layed in coffin
Yo momma is off
She crying
She lost it
That's thanks to young force it
When I shot up your block
And I hit you
I tossed it
And that was your fault
Cause you wasn't even caution
How can you talk shit
With all of these losses
You know umma boss
And you know I stay flossin
How can you talk shit
With all of these losses
You know umma boss
And you know I stay flossin
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Ock in the spot tell
Him make my shit right
Hasha la baba
Chicken over rice
Batman you capping
He living two life's
Caught in the moment
Got lost in the hype
Don't feen for the sauce
We got recipes
Kennedy chicken we fry
Your ass
I seen through the cap
It's telepathy
Duck riding niggas
Go chase a bag
Treesh been a city girl
Like when she act up
Perkys been working
It help on my adlibs
Fill up my tummy might
Scoop me a fat bitch
Molly go Brazy I need
Me a savage
QB like Brady they think
We got cheatcodes
Don't f*ck with these niggas
They smell like Doritos
Who is you robbin
Who is you flockin
Money be talking
Is that why you silent
Not into violence
But you can try it
All of your pieces clip
Why is you is lying
Niggas quagmire
Giggity giggity
None of these niggas
Got shit on me shitten me
I don't got enemies
I don't do company
Don't even send for me
Nigga you gelatin
Big stepper young elephant
These niggas be lacking intelligence
Rack up and head back to the residence
3 bitches with me and they heaven sent
Irrelevant you niggas irrelevant
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Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
If she not f*cking
I tell her don't slide
I back out my cock
And she giving me slob
Nut in her hair
And I f*ck up her bob
That bitch is a thot
And she loving the squad
That bitch is a thot
And she loving the squad
And she suxking on cock
And she fuxk with the opps
Nut in her hair
And I fuxk up her bob
That bitch loving the cock
That bitch loving the block.
Too many opps
We got too many shots
We bend too many blocks
We watch too many drop
Hittin you up
Now I heard that you dead
You stupid lil nigga
You laid in a bed.
Layed in coffin
Yo momma is off
She crying
She lost it
That's thanks to young force it
When I shot up your block
And I hit you
I tossed it
And that was your fault
Cause you wasn't even caution
How can you talk shit
With all of these losses
You know umma boss
And you know I stay flossin
How can you talk shit
With all of these losses
You know umma boss
And you know I stay flossin
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Ock in the spot tell
Him make my shit right
Hasha la baba
Chicken over rice
Batman you capping
He living two life's
Caught in the moment
Got lost in the hype
Don't feen for the sauce
We got recipes
Kennedy chicken we fry
Your ass
I seen through the cap
It's telepathy
Duck riding niggas
Go chase a bag
Treesh been a city girl
Like when she act up
Perkys been working
It help on my adlibs
Fill up my tummy might
Scoop me a fat bitch
Molly go Brazy I need
Me a savage
QB like Brady they think
We got cheatcodes
Don't f*ck with these niggas
They smell like Doritos
Who is you robbin
Who is you flockin
Money be talking
Is that why you silent
Not into violence
But you can try it
All of your pieces clip
Why is you is lying
Niggas quagmire
Giggity giggity
None of these niggas
Got shit on me shitten me
I don't got enemies
I don't do company
Don't even send for me
Nigga you gelatin
Big stepper young elephant
These niggas be lacking intelligence
Rack up and head back to the residence
3 bitches with me and they heaven sent
Irrelevant you niggas irrelevant
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
If she not f*cking
I tell her don't slide
I back out my cock
And she giving me slob
Nut in her hair
And I f*ck up her bob
That bitch is a thot
And she loving the squad
That bitch is a thot
And she loving the squad
And she suxking on cock
And she fuxk with the opps
Nut in her hair
And I fuxk up her bob
That bitch loving the cock
That bitch loving the block.
Too many opps
We got too many shots
We bend too many blocks
We watch too many drop
Hittin you up
Now I heard that you dead
You stupid lil nigga
You laid in a bed.
Layed in coffin
Yo momma is off
She crying
She lost it
That's thanks to young force it
When I shot up your block
And I hit you
I tossed it
And that was your fault
Cause you wasn't even caution
How can you talk shit
With all of these losses
You know umma boss
And you know I stay flossin
How can you talk shit
With all of these losses
You know umma boss
And you know I stay flossin
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Nigga wit attitude
Crusin wit benjis
Hop in the hooptie
It feel like a bentley
Rolling a backwood
Might hit up a slide
If she not f*cking I tell
Her don't slide
Ock in the spot tell
Him make my shit right
Hasha la baba
Chicken over rice
Batman you capping
He living two life's
Caught in the moment
Got lost in the hype
Don't feen for the sauce
We got recipes
Kennedy chicken we fry
Your ass
I seen through the cap
It's telepathy
Duck riding niggas
Go chase a bag
Treesh been a city girl
Like when she act up
Perkys been working
It help on my adlibs
Fill up my tummy might
Scoop me a fat bitch
Molly go Brazy I need
Me a savage
QB like Brady they think
We got cheatcodes
Don't f*ck with these niggas
They smell like Doritos
Who is you robbin
Who is you flockin
Money be talking
Is that why you silent
Not into violence
But you can try it
All of your pieces clip
Why is you is lying
Niggas quagmire
Giggity giggity
None of these niggas
Got shit on me shitten me
I don't got enemies
I don't do company
Don't even send for me
Nigga you gelatin
Big stepper young elephant
These niggas be lacking intelligence
Rack up and head back to the residence
3 bitches with me and they heaven sent
Irrelevant you niggas irrelevant
Writer: Adam Johnson, Jamar White
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