I feel like I'm that man, pull up on your block, we let it spray
I just popped this and I'm tweakin' out, I need to count my pay
When I stand up on my money, I can't see the rain
Got my grills iced out from Johnny Dang I might pull up on your block with 30 swichs
Countin' days, I'm countin' hoes, I'm countin' bitches
F*ck a nigga up, he steady twitchin' I got gloves in the back, he steady bitchin
I might go and pop out with a chain, boy, I'm feelin' icy
I got codeine up in my cup, boy, I'm feelin' spicy
Hoes keep runnin' to my dick, I guess I'ma hype these
Ran up a ten and a six, you could call me Kylie Smack a nigga dead up in his shit, call me Will
Nigga try to run, I'ma hit him, then I kill I got so much swag, you might think I wore the seals
I got so much switches, you might think I'm bout to kill
Hoes keep on callin' me, bitch, that's not the deal
I just want some head, then I lead to the fields
I got different flows on this bitch, I'm like a wheel
Make it so much money when I come through, bitches kneel
Feelin' like Shaquille, man up, then we steal
Real young nigga from the east, I get meals
Only f*ck with bad bitches, all them been invoked
Nigga try to run, I'ma slap him with my pole
Might just f*ck your hoe, 2K on the flow
Gotta stop the train, I got a bag up on the road
Might just eat a bitch, let me get that chromosome
And know that I'm that nigga, how I pull up and they fold
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I feel like I'm that man, pull up on your block, we let it spray
I just popped this and I'm tweakin' out, I need to count my pay
When I stand up on my money, I can't see the rain
Got my grills iced out from Johnny Dang I might pull up on your block with 30 swichs
Countin' days, I'm countin' hoes, I'm countin' bitches
F*ck a nigga up, he steady twitchin' I got gloves in the back, he steady bitchin
I might go and pop out with a chain, boy, I'm feelin' icy
I got codeine up in my cup, boy, I'm feelin' spicy
Hoes keep runnin' to my dick, I guess I'ma hype these
Ran up a ten and a six, you could call me Kylie Smack a nigga dead up in his shit, call me Will
Nigga try to run, I'ma hit him, then I kill I got so much swag, you might think I wore the seals
I got so much switches, you might think I'm bout to kill
Hoes keep on callin' me, bitch, that's not the deal
I just want some head, then I lead to the fields
I got different flows on this bitch, I'm like a wheel
Make it so much money when I come through, bitches kneel
Feelin' like Shaquille, man up, then we steal
Real young nigga from the east, I get meals
Only f*ck with bad bitches, all them been invoked
Nigga try to run, I'ma slap him with my pole
Might just f*ck your hoe, 2K on the flow
Gotta stop the train, I got a bag up on the road
Might just eat a bitch, let me get that chromosome
And know that I'm that nigga, how I pull up and they fold
I just popped this and I'm tweakin' out, I need to count my pay
When I stand up on my money, I can't see the rain
Got my grills iced out from Johnny Dang I might pull up on your block with 30 swichs
Countin' days, I'm countin' hoes, I'm countin' bitches
F*ck a nigga up, he steady twitchin' I got gloves in the back, he steady bitchin
I might go and pop out with a chain, boy, I'm feelin' icy
I got codeine up in my cup, boy, I'm feelin' spicy
Hoes keep runnin' to my dick, I guess I'ma hype these
Ran up a ten and a six, you could call me Kylie Smack a nigga dead up in his shit, call me Will
Nigga try to run, I'ma hit him, then I kill I got so much swag, you might think I wore the seals
I got so much switches, you might think I'm bout to kill
Hoes keep on callin' me, bitch, that's not the deal
I just want some head, then I lead to the fields
I got different flows on this bitch, I'm like a wheel
Make it so much money when I come through, bitches kneel
Feelin' like Shaquille, man up, then we steal
Real young nigga from the east, I get meals
Only f*ck with bad bitches, all them been invoked
Nigga try to run, I'ma slap him with my pole
Might just f*ck your hoe, 2K on the flow
Gotta stop the train, I got a bag up on the road
Might just eat a bitch, let me get that chromosome
And know that I'm that nigga, how I pull up and they fold
Writer: alexander rodriguez
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