Bitch, I got it racked so I can party long
Ain't nobody tryna f*ck with me, but shit I'm probably wrong
My nigga, he dropped out just for a chicken and a slappin' phone
Clear pop, but what I put inside this bitch already strong
Shit, they rap about and, try to glorify already saw
J know, just sit there and be patient, he already called
Bitch, can't leave me alone and I'm not faithful say she love the dogs
F*ckin' right, I'll jugg until I die, where I'm from, that shit law
Niggas new to this, real booting shit, bitch I've been playin' ball
The way these niggas move is ludicrous, they not discreet at all
Talkin' like they really doin' shit, not on that street at all
Bitches think they bad and losin' it, not out they peak at all
My brother just like me, but I don't got a clone
Forty in the whip, don't got no tents,
I can't be in my phone
Ask your bitch if she f*ck with a crip, she
Gon' say one thats known Transporting all the drink you need, but I'm not Al Capone
But I'm not Al Capone
Hit blunt, then sip cup,
I gotta make a pickup
Any pape I come across this summer gettin gripped up
Goofy nigga all up in his bag and got it zipped up
Ain't fallin' for the tricks, he tried that shit and homie tripped up
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Bitch, I got it racked so I can party long
Ain't nobody tryna f*ck with me, but shit I'm probably wrong
My nigga, he dropped out just for a chicken and a slappin' phone
Clear pop, but what I put inside this bitch already strong
Shit, they rap about and, try to glorify already saw
J know, just sit there and be patient, he already called
Bitch, can't leave me alone and I'm not faithful say she love the dogs
F*ckin' right, I'll jugg until I die, where I'm from, that shit law
Niggas new to this, real booting shit, bitch I've been playin' ball
The way these niggas move is ludicrous, they not discreet at all
Talkin' like they really doin' shit, not on that street at all
Bitches think they bad and losin' it, not out they peak at all
My brother just like me, but I don't got a clone
Forty in the whip, don't got no tents,
I can't be in my phone
Ask your bitch if she f*ck with a crip, she
Gon' say one thats known Transporting all the drink you need, but I'm not Al Capone
But I'm not Al Capone
Hit blunt, then sip cup,
I gotta make a pickup
Any pape I come across this summer gettin gripped up
Goofy nigga all up in his bag and got it zipped up
Ain't fallin' for the tricks, he tried that shit and homie tripped up
Ain't nobody tryna f*ck with me, but shit I'm probably wrong
My nigga, he dropped out just for a chicken and a slappin' phone
Clear pop, but what I put inside this bitch already strong
Shit, they rap about and, try to glorify already saw
J know, just sit there and be patient, he already called
Bitch, can't leave me alone and I'm not faithful say she love the dogs
F*ckin' right, I'll jugg until I die, where I'm from, that shit law
Niggas new to this, real booting shit, bitch I've been playin' ball
The way these niggas move is ludicrous, they not discreet at all
Talkin' like they really doin' shit, not on that street at all
Bitches think they bad and losin' it, not out they peak at all
My brother just like me, but I don't got a clone
Forty in the whip, don't got no tents,
I can't be in my phone
Ask your bitch if she f*ck with a crip, she
Gon' say one thats known Transporting all the drink you need, but I'm not Al Capone
But I'm not Al Capone
Hit blunt, then sip cup,
I gotta make a pickup
Any pape I come across this summer gettin gripped up
Goofy nigga all up in his bag and got it zipped up
Ain't fallin' for the tricks, he tried that shit and homie tripped up
Writer: Harold Wagner
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