Aight, huh, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ayy
Ayy
It’s big Chick, yeah, bitch, I’m with the ShittyBoyz
Bought a store with two chains on like Tity Boi
I’ll make a bad bitch eat dick till she dizzy
I don’t watch Digimon, I drop grams on my digi, boy
I’ll take the off the, make it make plenty noise
Whole car, what she roll down the window for?
Pass me my coat, brought the Draky with me in the store
Got a ten then look back at my bitch like we finna go
28 Amiris, dub show got me pigeon-toed
Play book out, should I pick a roll or give and go?
My blood cousin see me up the blues like, “What you Cripping for?”
Nitro in the engine of this fucker so the whip gon’ float
Scoring back to back in them stores, where’s my Grand Badge?
AR with the titties on it, shoot it till my hand cramp
Glock got a drum on that bitch like it’s Bandcamp
Got some hot heads, set the play and get them ransacked
Track Sport Eco, I could fuck around and switch modes
Bitch won’t even ask me for a penny, I got rich hoes
Feel like Magic Mike, you won’t catch me ‘less I’m with poles
Either bag dragging or I’m counting blue strips whole
Ayy, fast cash, baby, but my opps, they got lil’ chicken
Shot him once, he ain’t die, now gang up the [?] tripping
‘Wood got Dee on the Milky Way, funny it’s Skittles in it
Funny how they pass the rock to unc’ but he ain’t dribble with it
Funny how I’m always with some chicken, I’m with Chicken P
Told lil’ baby, “Yes, I live that life, you tryna come and see?”
Then I bet you she gon’ want to ride it, she gon’ hardly meet
Damn, Tron, this the sixth ‘Wood, I can hardly see
You can get some hair, last thing you getting is a ring
Why the fuck we steady play with sticks like this the major league?
And I think the choppa came with legs, it’s like a centipede
If yo body’s higher than yo age then I can’t get between
I got the whole house lit like a Christmas tree
Got a bag like Saint Nick, don’t try to nickel me
How I’m feeling Monclers like I might get a mink
Attachment died on me, took some cover then I switched the beam
Huh, I’m a scammer
Chicken, he a chemist, he could cook it up
Only time the opps could ever see me, when they look me up
If that stack is nowhere near a ten, you need to put it up
‘Fore you try to talk about the shirt, you need to look it up
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