I keep the glock on, spin that
Squeeze it up, pocket now, bitch where the kick ass
Spin that shit
So you don’t get blood as that
Oh you broke? Yes I’m flippin over your mattress
I’m a hip ass bitch
But if boy snitch
What the fuck you gon do cunt when I’m rich?
You talk tough but your bluff given you lose shit
Chit chat on the attack
Blown like the cloud that carries the shade
Blown away like the cloud that carries the shade
Blown away like the cloud that carries the fuckin shade
Oh you girls think you’re legendary?
Bitch it’s more like sedentary
All I want and need is more than money
And what you gonna do? It’s drop that pay me
Then you’ll get caught in my trap to beam
Then them pockets wind up empty
Kar karat tat tat ‘s on track
Now sticks that you was pose for me
Run to the flood, move over can’t see what?
Watch the brims all aboard the red red red way
Alright, see it’s goin down tonight
Hit the floor, let me steal your mo-mo-money
Want these Benjamins for me
And since you a freak, got to ones and then girl bleed
Then for me, will you get the cheese up
Grease up your wheels, upgrade your weed
Got the puss puss you can’t believe
Not the kush kush, the sour D
Got a sour D, you doin this to me
You stuck in the track, I’m fresh and free
Close to beat yall, what you mad at me for?
Switch to that control alterly
Pow… k-pow
Get that that that, get that pow
‘Cus that ge ge ge get that pow
Pow! (pow!)
Pow! (pow!)
Get it get get get that pow
Get get get that pow
Turn it, you skip, get it down
Pow pow
And your jig is up, your jig is up
And your jig is up, your jig is up
And your jig is up, your jig is up
And your jig is up, your jig is up
And your jig is up, your jig is up
And your jig is up, your jig is up
And your jig is up, your jig is up
And your jig is up, your jig is up
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