He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (Yee) I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (Yee) Got a cool cat talkin' 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring (No ring) I know a nigga that can fight, but he broke and I know a hustler who just let the door swang (Door swang) Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard He keep him a Glock 'cause spinnin' his job Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods He ran up a twеnty and bought a machete Back trapped in a closеt just like R. Kelly I skrrt off in a Lamb', she know I'm a GOAT Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat
Pull up period, don't care 'bout your period (Thuggin') If I hear my name then I'm pullin' up (Huggies) Waited this long to fuck and that shit wasn't 'bout nothin' (Huh) Feel like Derrick Henry, this chopper here rushin' (Chopper here rushin') Dior shirt with the collar, the car got a button Brother waiting on appeal and I'm waiting on the pills He ain't doing time release, play with the towel at least Streets for the lions, get ate or you tryna eat Snakes in the grass, I cut up the lawn (Lawn) One they ain't see though, I took 'em to prom (Prom) Fuck taking a risk, rather take off your arm (Take off your arm) They ain't want me to blow, they tried take off my bomb (Take off my bomb) He let off two shots and got hit with a drum (Hit with a drum) Child support, lot of these niggas my sons (Sons) Strip 'em for it, it's cool, I pay them in ones Convicts, robbers and shooters in foreigns (Okay) I don't need an entourage, I don't need a bunch of rods to walk 'round in my city, that shit weird (That shit weird) In the rear view, seen 12 and I switched gears (Gears) I know a booster who move, she won't sit still I can't wait, I go get it, Tyreek Hill Last week had a ménage like Meek Mill Ridin' 'round with a carbon, no serial Quarter ticket off a flip phone, no seal
He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (Yee) I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (Yee) Got a cool cat talkin' 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring (No ring) I know a nigga that can fight, but he broke and I know a hustler who just let the door swang (Door swang) Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard He keep him a Glock 'cause spinnin' his job Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods He ran up a twenty and bought a machete Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly I skrrt off in a Lamb', she know I'm a GOAT Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat
Shit, Big Yavo tryna make him an M off an iPhone Back then, they ain't want me like Mike Jones The gas I'm havin' is stronger than Lysol I'm tryna see what I'm doin' , let me fuck with the lights on Straight, that shit ugly, I'ma fuck with the lights off In Chicago with bags, so I feel like a white sock I got a big-ass G-lock, make the whole street rock Bitch, it's my time like a G-Shock Bitch, if you wastin' my time, I'm takin' your watch Shooter say, "Give me a date and I'm takin' them out" He don't even want him no money, he want him a reason He keep him a rocket like Trevor Ariza He wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you sneezin' Wipin' your nose, give a fuck if you beefin' We'll beat on a bitch, still'll say we ain't see shit Bag on his head like a barber, I'm droppin' the ticket Ayy, if it ain't 'bout the money, it don't even matter I keep my heat, Glock forty, I feel like Hell I still'll sell you a gram, I'm far from a rapper The reaper inside of my ear, and he doin' the most I ain't been keepin' my distance, I'm playin' them close I just might paint my hard today, turn to tears Pourin' green in my Sprite, I'ma turn to tea He play it cool but I'm burnin' him still
He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke, put down the controller, he in the dope game (Yee) I don't trust him, I know he a snake, peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (Yee) Got a cool cat talkin' 'bout marriage, I fucked, ain't call her, she ain't get no ring (No ring) I know a nigga that can fight, but he broke and I know a hustle who just let the door swang (Door swang) Bitch, where I'm from gon' hustle or rob You either breakin' in cars or sellin' some hard He keep him a Glock 'cause spinnin' his job Think I'm slidin' with Dennis, I'm ridin' with rod He ran up a twenty and bought a machete Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly I skrrt off in a Lamb', she know I'm a GOAT Said she on her period, I'm fuckin' her throat
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