Doing 200 on the highway, I just hope we don't crash
She text a paragraph, I text a line, I got the hoe mad
I wasn't there on that last skit, I ain't know we toe tagged
I think I knew that nigga mama, man, that shit is so sad
Just put up another 20 shots, the AR getting kinda hot
I'm finna work the glocks
Pull up serving knocks I ain't gotta punch no f*cking clock
Get it off the Bobby Or the whitneyBag it on the spot
I hate when niggas ask The prices and don't wanna shop
That nigga give me snitch
Vibes, he working for the cops
Bitch, you can pull your
Panties up, I only want the top
They like he still talking
Shit, bitch, why would I stop
Bitch, we ain't heard of you
My lil' niggas bouncing out the load and they'll murder you
All the dope I sold, bitch, I probably moved a bird or two
Big Tomb Raider on my hip, it got a soul or two
Switchy on that bitch, tap the button, it start getting loose
We ain't heard of you
My lil' niggas bouncing out the load and they'll murder you
All the dope I sold, bitch, I probably moved a bird or two
Big Tomb Raider on my hip, it got a soul or two
Switchy on that bitch, tap the button, it start getting loose
I don't know why niggas dissing, I'll tell the truth
Niggas ain't good in they hood, but good in the booth
Miiir on the beat, but suckas fruity, keep me out that loop
They know I'm in a Beamer, but don't know G-Lock in the coupe
And we don't pop trunks, like a racist, I'm ready to shoot
I done f*cked enough bay hoes, I think I'm ready to move
She never had a real nigga, I think she's ready to choose
She don't pay her dude but she gon' pay these dues exterminate
When the last time, you heard us lose, smack the homie
We on the track, it's more than cool
I don't worry about 5-0, nigga, I play it cool
Niggas try to play in these streets, you should've played in school
I spit good, but AR'll make it look like I just drew
Bitch, if you not a hoe, why I use you like a tool
Who Kim Tin posted, new victim just off the juice
You cornballs shouldn't go there, wasn't good for you
Witch bitch, I'm gon' tap today, any Mighty Mo
Remember I was broke, roppin' tricks off E14
Tank was on E, but hit 40, I knew when to go
He post throwbacks when he was up, like we don't know
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Doing 200 on the highway, I just hope we don't crash
She text a paragraph, I text a line, I got the hoe mad
I wasn't there on that last skit, I ain't know we toe tagged
I think I knew that nigga mama, man, that shit is so sad
Just put up another 20 shots, the AR getting kinda hot
I'm finna work the glocks
Pull up serving knocks I ain't gotta punch no f*cking clock
Get it off the Bobby Or the whitneyBag it on the spot
I hate when niggas ask The prices and don't wanna shop
That nigga give me snitch
Vibes, he working for the cops
Bitch, you can pull your
Panties up, I only want the top
They like he still talking
Shit, bitch, why would I stop
Bitch, we ain't heard of you
My lil' niggas bouncing out the load and they'll murder you
All the dope I sold, bitch, I probably moved a bird or two
Big Tomb Raider on my hip, it got a soul or two
Switchy on that bitch, tap the button, it start getting loose
We ain't heard of you
My lil' niggas bouncing out the load and they'll murder you
All the dope I sold, bitch, I probably moved a bird or two
Big Tomb Raider on my hip, it got a soul or two
Switchy on that bitch, tap the button, it start getting loose
I don't know why niggas dissing, I'll tell the truth
Niggas ain't good in they hood, but good in the booth
Miiir on the beat, but suckas fruity, keep me out that loop
They know I'm in a Beamer, but don't know G-Lock in the coupe
And we don't pop trunks, like a racist, I'm ready to shoot
I done f*cked enough bay hoes, I think I'm ready to move
She never had a real nigga, I think she's ready to choose
She don't pay her dude but she gon' pay these dues exterminate
When the last time, you heard us lose, smack the homie
We on the track, it's more than cool
I don't worry about 5-0, nigga, I play it cool
Niggas try to play in these streets, you should've played in school
I spit good, but AR'll make it look like I just drew
Bitch, if you not a hoe, why I use you like a tool
Who Kim Tin posted, new victim just off the juice
You cornballs shouldn't go there, wasn't good for you
Witch bitch, I'm gon' tap today, any Mighty Mo
Remember I was broke, roppin' tricks off E14
Tank was on E, but hit 40, I knew when to go
He post throwbacks when he was up, like we don't know
She text a paragraph, I text a line, I got the hoe mad
I wasn't there on that last skit, I ain't know we toe tagged
I think I knew that nigga mama, man, that shit is so sad
Just put up another 20 shots, the AR getting kinda hot
I'm finna work the glocks
Pull up serving knocks I ain't gotta punch no f*cking clock
Get it off the Bobby Or the whitneyBag it on the spot
I hate when niggas ask The prices and don't wanna shop
That nigga give me snitch
Vibes, he working for the cops
Bitch, you can pull your
Panties up, I only want the top
They like he still talking
Shit, bitch, why would I stop
Bitch, we ain't heard of you
My lil' niggas bouncing out the load and they'll murder you
All the dope I sold, bitch, I probably moved a bird or two
Big Tomb Raider on my hip, it got a soul or two
Switchy on that bitch, tap the button, it start getting loose
We ain't heard of you
My lil' niggas bouncing out the load and they'll murder you
All the dope I sold, bitch, I probably moved a bird or two
Big Tomb Raider on my hip, it got a soul or two
Switchy on that bitch, tap the button, it start getting loose
I don't know why niggas dissing, I'll tell the truth
Niggas ain't good in they hood, but good in the booth
Miiir on the beat, but suckas fruity, keep me out that loop
They know I'm in a Beamer, but don't know G-Lock in the coupe
And we don't pop trunks, like a racist, I'm ready to shoot
I done f*cked enough bay hoes, I think I'm ready to move
She never had a real nigga, I think she's ready to choose
She don't pay her dude but she gon' pay these dues exterminate
When the last time, you heard us lose, smack the homie
We on the track, it's more than cool
I don't worry about 5-0, nigga, I play it cool
Niggas try to play in these streets, you should've played in school
I spit good, but AR'll make it look like I just drew
Bitch, if you not a hoe, why I use you like a tool
Who Kim Tin posted, new victim just off the juice
You cornballs shouldn't go there, wasn't good for you
Witch bitch, I'm gon' tap today, any Mighty Mo
Remember I was broke, roppin' tricks off E14
Tank was on E, but hit 40, I knew when to go
He post throwbacks when he was up, like we don't know
Writer: Shaun Roberson
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