Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where the bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin' race track
Walk in a club throwin' racks where the rake at
Said that I'm broke nigga why would you say that?
I was just broke ran it up that's a shake bake
Got in my bag I know niggas hate that
Yo bitch a might walk around like a straight caf
Fill up a blunt with exotics and face that
Step on a scene like a muf*ckin' placemat
Hit from the back and her spine imma break that
I'm on a block wit dem gangsters and drug dealers
This is for street niggas and thug niggas
No you ain't gang you ain trap out the mud wit us
Walk in the club we make sure we got guns wit' us
I dare a nigga to bug wit us, I dare a nigga to make a scene
You say you got it but know that you really don't
So that shit that you rapping is make believe
Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where da bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin race track
Walk inna club throwin racks where the rake at
Up the chop let it pop make em do the running man
Money man hunnid rounds tryna make a hunnid bands
If he speaking on the gang then we slidin to tha land
Everybody want smoke till we put em in a gram
Opp shit get you fried in the grease you won't pop shit
Top shit speaking on the gang we gon drop shit
Car full of smoke eat em up it's a mob hit
Ion give a f*ck feed a nigga to the chopstick
Running to the check spend all day running
Band for the drop spend all day thumbing
Money on my head but the demon ain't comin
Lil bitch I'm the shit check the muhf*ckin plumbing
Talking on the net will turn a nigga to a hashtag
Dirty with the stick leave em sick no hazmat
Masked up totin two straps real mad max
Speaking to the chain onna gang imma blast that BITCH
Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where da bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin race track
Walk inna club throwin racks where the rake at
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Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where the bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin' race track
Walk in a club throwin' racks where the rake at
Said that I'm broke nigga why would you say that?
I was just broke ran it up that's a shake bake
Got in my bag I know niggas hate that
Yo bitch a might walk around like a straight caf
Fill up a blunt with exotics and face that
Step on a scene like a muf*ckin' placemat
Hit from the back and her spine imma break that
I'm on a block wit dem gangsters and drug dealers
This is for street niggas and thug niggas
No you ain't gang you ain trap out the mud wit us
Walk in the club we make sure we got guns wit' us
I dare a nigga to bug wit us, I dare a nigga to make a scene
You say you got it but know that you really don't
So that shit that you rapping is make believe
Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where da bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin race track
Walk inna club throwin racks where the rake at
Up the chop let it pop make em do the running man
Money man hunnid rounds tryna make a hunnid bands
If he speaking on the gang then we slidin to tha land
Everybody want smoke till we put em in a gram
Opp shit get you fried in the grease you won't pop shit
Top shit speaking on the gang we gon drop shit
Car full of smoke eat em up it's a mob hit
Ion give a f*ck feed a nigga to the chopstick
Running to the check spend all day running
Band for the drop spend all day thumbing
Money on my head but the demon ain't comin
Lil bitch I'm the shit check the muhf*ckin plumbing
Talking on the net will turn a nigga to a hashtag
Dirty with the stick leave em sick no hazmat
Masked up totin two straps real mad max
Speaking to the chain onna gang imma blast that BITCH
Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where da bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin race track
Walk inna club throwin racks where the rake at
I'm tryna find where the bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin' race track
Walk in a club throwin' racks where the rake at
Said that I'm broke nigga why would you say that?
I was just broke ran it up that's a shake bake
Got in my bag I know niggas hate that
Yo bitch a might walk around like a straight caf
Fill up a blunt with exotics and face that
Step on a scene like a muf*ckin' placemat
Hit from the back and her spine imma break that
I'm on a block wit dem gangsters and drug dealers
This is for street niggas and thug niggas
No you ain't gang you ain trap out the mud wit us
Walk in the club we make sure we got guns wit' us
I dare a nigga to bug wit us, I dare a nigga to make a scene
You say you got it but know that you really don't
So that shit that you rapping is make believe
Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where da bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin race track
Walk inna club throwin racks where the rake at
Up the chop let it pop make em do the running man
Money man hunnid rounds tryna make a hunnid bands
If he speaking on the gang then we slidin to tha land
Everybody want smoke till we put em in a gram
Opp shit get you fried in the grease you won't pop shit
Top shit speaking on the gang we gon drop shit
Car full of smoke eat em up it's a mob hit
Ion give a f*ck feed a nigga to the chopstick
Running to the check spend all day running
Band for the drop spend all day thumbing
Money on my head but the demon ain't comin
Lil bitch I'm the shit check the muhf*ckin plumbing
Talking on the net will turn a nigga to a hashtag
Dirty with the stick leave em sick no hazmat
Masked up totin two straps real mad max
Speaking to the chain onna gang imma blast that BITCH
Pull up on his block make him crank that
I'm tryna find where da bank at
Talkin bout money you know that I make that
And it get put up wherever the safe at
I make yo bitch eat me up like a late snack
Inna hell cat then tear me a straight black
Doing donuts and my tires went straight flat
I treat the streets like a muf*ckin race track
Walk inna club throwin racks where the rake at
Writer: Deonte Sexton, Joshua Hines
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid