All black truck, riding through the city, know I got bitches with me
I can't trip, about no bitch, cause they be moving iffy
Just put your blicky in the air if I got shooters with me
Come through this bitch and clear the scene, know we don't leave no witness
All these bitches on my dick, I can't trip
I been hip, known to shoot it off the rip, just like a blay-blade, let it zip
I'm the one that do the popping, f*ck a good, can't leave without me
F*ck what she post on the net, that hoe be cap, she on my body
Just like I'm Roddy, 39 deuce, this bitch a problem
Make him shake like he from Harlem, ask the streets, bitch, I'm the problem
Stuff these racks inside my pocket, I can't trip because I got it
Matte black truck inside the hood, can't see who in it, feel like Obama
I been chasing after pape, like f*ck these hoes
I'm trying to wash away them times I used to post up at that store, nowhere to go
Used to wanna f*ck these hoes before I go, sell me some dope, you dead ass wrong
Really don't even hit my phone, it ain't about pape, no need to hate, I got my rank
Call up them youngins, they know they straight, go where I want, I know I'm safe
Was knee deep inside these trenches, don't know how I'm here today
Get on my knees and pray to God, I hope I see some better days
I been hip, known to shoot it off the rip, just like a blay-blade, let it zip
I'm the one that do the popping, f*ck her good, can't leave without me
F*ck what she post on the net, that hoe be cap, she on my body
Just like I'm Roddy, 39 deuce, this bitch a problem
Make him shake like he from Harlem, ask the streets, bitch, I'm the problem
Stuff these racks inside my pocket, I can't trip because I got it
Matte black truck inside the hood, can't see who in it, feel like Obama
Feel like Obama
This shit presidential, only the gang
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All black truck, riding through the city, know I got bitches with me
I can't trip, about no bitch, cause they be moving iffy
Just put your blicky in the air if I got shooters with me
Come through this bitch and clear the scene, know we don't leave no witness
All these bitches on my dick, I can't trip
I been hip, known to shoot it off the rip, just like a blay-blade, let it zip
I'm the one that do the popping, f*ck a good, can't leave without me
F*ck what she post on the net, that hoe be cap, she on my body
Just like I'm Roddy, 39 deuce, this bitch a problem
Make him shake like he from Harlem, ask the streets, bitch, I'm the problem
Stuff these racks inside my pocket, I can't trip because I got it
Matte black truck inside the hood, can't see who in it, feel like Obama
I been chasing after pape, like f*ck these hoes
I'm trying to wash away them times I used to post up at that store, nowhere to go
Used to wanna f*ck these hoes before I go, sell me some dope, you dead ass wrong
Really don't even hit my phone, it ain't about pape, no need to hate, I got my rank
Call up them youngins, they know they straight, go where I want, I know I'm safe
Was knee deep inside these trenches, don't know how I'm here today
Get on my knees and pray to God, I hope I see some better days
I been hip, known to shoot it off the rip, just like a blay-blade, let it zip
I'm the one that do the popping, f*ck her good, can't leave without me
F*ck what she post on the net, that hoe be cap, she on my body
Just like I'm Roddy, 39 deuce, this bitch a problem
Make him shake like he from Harlem, ask the streets, bitch, I'm the problem
Stuff these racks inside my pocket, I can't trip because I got it
Matte black truck inside the hood, can't see who in it, feel like Obama
Feel like Obama
This shit presidential, only the gang
I can't trip, about no bitch, cause they be moving iffy
Just put your blicky in the air if I got shooters with me
Come through this bitch and clear the scene, know we don't leave no witness
All these bitches on my dick, I can't trip
I been hip, known to shoot it off the rip, just like a blay-blade, let it zip
I'm the one that do the popping, f*ck a good, can't leave without me
F*ck what she post on the net, that hoe be cap, she on my body
Just like I'm Roddy, 39 deuce, this bitch a problem
Make him shake like he from Harlem, ask the streets, bitch, I'm the problem
Stuff these racks inside my pocket, I can't trip because I got it
Matte black truck inside the hood, can't see who in it, feel like Obama
I been chasing after pape, like f*ck these hoes
I'm trying to wash away them times I used to post up at that store, nowhere to go
Used to wanna f*ck these hoes before I go, sell me some dope, you dead ass wrong
Really don't even hit my phone, it ain't about pape, no need to hate, I got my rank
Call up them youngins, they know they straight, go where I want, I know I'm safe
Was knee deep inside these trenches, don't know how I'm here today
Get on my knees and pray to God, I hope I see some better days
I been hip, known to shoot it off the rip, just like a blay-blade, let it zip
I'm the one that do the popping, f*ck her good, can't leave without me
F*ck what she post on the net, that hoe be cap, she on my body
Just like I'm Roddy, 39 deuce, this bitch a problem
Make him shake like he from Harlem, ask the streets, bitch, I'm the problem
Stuff these racks inside my pocket, I can't trip because I got it
Matte black truck inside the hood, can't see who in it, feel like Obama
Feel like Obama
This shit presidential, only the gang
Writer: Jerrick Nyantakyi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid