Holes in your body polo t-shirt drenched in blood
Pull up and they popped his ass I ain't talking about no suds
Momma crying cause that nigga thought he was a thug
Run up no he not a snail but that nigga got slugged
We don't play all my niggas we don't play
And we walk around with rockets we ain't scared to let em spray
Frito-Lay stack my chips like Frito-Lay
What I got inside my pocket
Probably match your license plate
Rocking white just like the pope
She gone eat me artichoke
All this money its gone show
Do I love her I don't know
Green, skinnies on me got the big guap
Freak, last night them bitches lip locked
Jeep, speed off in a track hawk
Bling bling diamonds on me do the milly rock
Big think hotter than a f*cking crack pop
Break her back fold her ass like a laptop
I just wanna f*ck that bitch you can cuff that bitch
Run up on em with my dogs like im Michael Vick
And you know we keep them poles like Magic City bitch
When we shooting spin the block until we dizzy bitch
I be on the moon cause i think i be a star
We got exotic dicks, exotic drugs, exotic cars
These niggas sleeping on me like they took a xanny bar
I'm shooting to the top f*ck around and go to mars
Holes in your body polo t-shirt drenched in blood
Pull up and they popped his ass I ain't talking about no suds
Momma crying cause that nigga thought he was a thug
Run up no he not a snail but that nigga got slugged
We don't play all my niggas we don't play
And we walk around with rockets we ain't scared to let em spray
Frito-Lay stack my chips like Frito-Lay
What I got inside my pocket
Probably match your license plate
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Holes in your body polo t-shirt drenched in blood
Pull up and they popped his ass I ain't talking about no suds
Momma crying cause that nigga thought he was a thug
Run up no he not a snail but that nigga got slugged
We don't play all my niggas we don't play
And we walk around with rockets we ain't scared to let em spray
Frito-Lay stack my chips like Frito-Lay
What I got inside my pocket
Probably match your license plate
Rocking white just like the pope
She gone eat me artichoke
All this money its gone show
Do I love her I don't know
Green, skinnies on me got the big guap
Freak, last night them bitches lip locked
Jeep, speed off in a track hawk
Bling bling diamonds on me do the milly rock
Big think hotter than a f*cking crack pop
Break her back fold her ass like a laptop
I just wanna f*ck that bitch you can cuff that bitch
Run up on em with my dogs like im Michael Vick
And you know we keep them poles like Magic City bitch
When we shooting spin the block until we dizzy bitch
I be on the moon cause i think i be a star
We got exotic dicks, exotic drugs, exotic cars
These niggas sleeping on me like they took a xanny bar
I'm shooting to the top f*ck around and go to mars
Holes in your body polo t-shirt drenched in blood
Pull up and they popped his ass I ain't talking about no suds
Momma crying cause that nigga thought he was a thug
Run up no he not a snail but that nigga got slugged
We don't play all my niggas we don't play
And we walk around with rockets we ain't scared to let em spray
Frito-Lay stack my chips like Frito-Lay
What I got inside my pocket
Probably match your license plate
Pull up and they popped his ass I ain't talking about no suds
Momma crying cause that nigga thought he was a thug
Run up no he not a snail but that nigga got slugged
We don't play all my niggas we don't play
And we walk around with rockets we ain't scared to let em spray
Frito-Lay stack my chips like Frito-Lay
What I got inside my pocket
Probably match your license plate
Rocking white just like the pope
She gone eat me artichoke
All this money its gone show
Do I love her I don't know
Green, skinnies on me got the big guap
Freak, last night them bitches lip locked
Jeep, speed off in a track hawk
Bling bling diamonds on me do the milly rock
Big think hotter than a f*cking crack pop
Break her back fold her ass like a laptop
I just wanna f*ck that bitch you can cuff that bitch
Run up on em with my dogs like im Michael Vick
And you know we keep them poles like Magic City bitch
When we shooting spin the block until we dizzy bitch
I be on the moon cause i think i be a star
We got exotic dicks, exotic drugs, exotic cars
These niggas sleeping on me like they took a xanny bar
I'm shooting to the top f*ck around and go to mars
Holes in your body polo t-shirt drenched in blood
Pull up and they popped his ass I ain't talking about no suds
Momma crying cause that nigga thought he was a thug
Run up no he not a snail but that nigga got slugged
We don't play all my niggas we don't play
And we walk around with rockets we ain't scared to let em spray
Frito-Lay stack my chips like Frito-Lay
What I got inside my pocket
Probably match your license plate
Writer: Nickolas Kennedy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid