Shoutout my gang yea dats me
They go to war for da steez
Michael jack when i lean
I pour a 8 in my tea
Heres a backwood for da tree
Roll dat shit up
Im only playing for keeps
Pull up to shows
All my niggas gon go
All of them fresh of da stove
I just be fresh of your hoe
I hear dese niggas want heat
We dont go to war bout no bitch
We might just pimp out a hoe
Nigga ur hoe on a roll
Married to money yea and
My side bitch da streets
Im tryna ball
Most of dese niggas gon reach
All about paper
I keep dat white like a sheet
I keep dat white like some bleach
I put a lock on my streets
I put a lock on my streets yea
Pull up in ur new bitch truck
No police i aint tryna cuff
If i hit da crew gotta f*ck
3 grams stuffed in a blunt
Cup dirty looking some mud
Pouring hi tech in da crush
They tryna ride da wave like a brush
Stayed down now im going up
Bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
All of my bitches attractive
I heard u pay for dat pussy
She gon pay me for dat action
Ima keep stashing these hunnits
My money is under my mattress
None of these niggas is shooters
Better stop all of dat cappin
U kno that snitches get stitches
U better stop all of dat rapping
I heard u really dont move shit
Nigga u really not trapping
This one for all of my brothers
Who got money stashed up in da attic
This for my niggas dats not here
Thats why i pour lean n dis fanta
I run wit some real ones
None of my niggas is pussys
I might just kill you dont push me
Shoutout my gang yea dats me
They go to war for da steez
Michael jack when i lean
I pour a 8 in my tea
Heres a backwood for da tree
Roll dat shit up
Im only playing for keeps
Pull up to shows
All my niggas gon go
All of them fresh of da stove
I just be fresh of your hoe
I hear dese niggas want heat
We dont go to war bout no bitch
We might just pimp out a hoe
Nigga ur hoe on a roll
Married to money yea and
My side bitch da streets
Im tryna ball
Most of dese niggas gon reach
All about paper
I keep dat white like a sheet
I keep dat white like some bleach
I put a lock on my streets
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Shoutout my gang yea dats me
They go to war for da steez
Michael jack when i lean
I pour a 8 in my tea
Heres a backwood for da tree
Roll dat shit up
Im only playing for keeps
Pull up to shows
All my niggas gon go
All of them fresh of da stove
I just be fresh of your hoe
I hear dese niggas want heat
We dont go to war bout no bitch
We might just pimp out a hoe
Nigga ur hoe on a roll
Married to money yea and
My side bitch da streets
Im tryna ball
Most of dese niggas gon reach
All about paper
I keep dat white like a sheet
I keep dat white like some bleach
I put a lock on my streets
I put a lock on my streets yea
Pull up in ur new bitch truck
No police i aint tryna cuff
If i hit da crew gotta f*ck
3 grams stuffed in a blunt
Cup dirty looking some mud
Pouring hi tech in da crush
They tryna ride da wave like a brush
Stayed down now im going up
Bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
All of my bitches attractive
I heard u pay for dat pussy
She gon pay me for dat action
Ima keep stashing these hunnits
My money is under my mattress
None of these niggas is shooters
Better stop all of dat cappin
U kno that snitches get stitches
U better stop all of dat rapping
I heard u really dont move shit
Nigga u really not trapping
This one for all of my brothers
Who got money stashed up in da attic
This for my niggas dats not here
Thats why i pour lean n dis fanta
I run wit some real ones
None of my niggas is pussys
I might just kill you dont push me
Shoutout my gang yea dats me
They go to war for da steez
Michael jack when i lean
I pour a 8 in my tea
Heres a backwood for da tree
Roll dat shit up
Im only playing for keeps
Pull up to shows
All my niggas gon go
All of them fresh of da stove
I just be fresh of your hoe
I hear dese niggas want heat
We dont go to war bout no bitch
We might just pimp out a hoe
Nigga ur hoe on a roll
Married to money yea and
My side bitch da streets
Im tryna ball
Most of dese niggas gon reach
All about paper
I keep dat white like a sheet
I keep dat white like some bleach
I put a lock on my streets
They go to war for da steez
Michael jack when i lean
I pour a 8 in my tea
Heres a backwood for da tree
Roll dat shit up
Im only playing for keeps
Pull up to shows
All my niggas gon go
All of them fresh of da stove
I just be fresh of your hoe
I hear dese niggas want heat
We dont go to war bout no bitch
We might just pimp out a hoe
Nigga ur hoe on a roll
Married to money yea and
My side bitch da streets
Im tryna ball
Most of dese niggas gon reach
All about paper
I keep dat white like a sheet
I keep dat white like some bleach
I put a lock on my streets
I put a lock on my streets yea
Pull up in ur new bitch truck
No police i aint tryna cuff
If i hit da crew gotta f*ck
3 grams stuffed in a blunt
Cup dirty looking some mud
Pouring hi tech in da crush
They tryna ride da wave like a brush
Stayed down now im going up
Bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
All of my bitches attractive
I heard u pay for dat pussy
She gon pay me for dat action
Ima keep stashing these hunnits
My money is under my mattress
None of these niggas is shooters
Better stop all of dat cappin
U kno that snitches get stitches
U better stop all of dat rapping
I heard u really dont move shit
Nigga u really not trapping
This one for all of my brothers
Who got money stashed up in da attic
This for my niggas dats not here
Thats why i pour lean n dis fanta
I run wit some real ones
None of my niggas is pussys
I might just kill you dont push me
Shoutout my gang yea dats me
They go to war for da steez
Michael jack when i lean
I pour a 8 in my tea
Heres a backwood for da tree
Roll dat shit up
Im only playing for keeps
Pull up to shows
All my niggas gon go
All of them fresh of da stove
I just be fresh of your hoe
I hear dese niggas want heat
We dont go to war bout no bitch
We might just pimp out a hoe
Nigga ur hoe on a roll
Married to money yea and
My side bitch da streets
Im tryna ball
Most of dese niggas gon reach
All about paper
I keep dat white like a sheet
I keep dat white like some bleach
I put a lock on my streets
Writer: Aaron Walker
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