I ain't crazy, sir. Get the fuck out the street. (Lollypop)
We got money and catch b's. Lil bro 13, in love with the streets. (Woo) Walked in on feet, left that on knees. That hoe a freak, just wanna eat meat. They know it's me when I'm bending the curve. Be way too loud, I can't even creep. (Woo) Bitch better know it's the reap. (Woo) Your last nigga lame, he was cheap. (Woo) 40k, spent on teeth. Catch me a b, then go OT (Woo)
Word around town be spanking you niggas. She know who I am, tryna hang with a killer This ain't the streets, this is F.R.T. Trigger. I gotta stay rich, do this shit for my crew. You got a problem with bro? I'll be there in a minute I ramped that bag, unlimited spending. She telling me to hold on, when I'm in it. I tell her put the clothes on, I'm finished. Don't gotta say shit, no, I'ma pop it. Hoes do too much, add to block list. Don't really get mad when I see them copying. New swag, new drip, had the drink. Smoke with us, we be quick to push up. We put belts to behind. I can name a time that I stepped out with my arm. Well, shit, I'm fucking lying. Glock got a dick and I ain't using no rubber. I spin a block, spin a block with my brother. I used to get all the sticks out the gutter. He fell in love with the bitch and I fuck her
Bitch better know it's the reap. Your last nigga lying, he was cheating. 40K, spent on teeth
Catch me a beat, then go OT
We got money and catch b's. Lil bro 13, in love with the streets. Walked in on feet, left that on knees. That hoe a freak, just wanna eat meat. They know it's me when I'm beating the curb. Be way too loud, I can't even creep. Oops know me when I'm beating the curb. Be way too loud, I can't even creep
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
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