Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade
Let Fonem out at yo crib
They running out like Minute Maid
Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA
Track runners 900
These ain’t shit but throw away
The bitch steady talkin’ bout her bills
I told her go away
My homies moving weight
They only worried about the DEA
And my neck be wetter
Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today
My niggas shoot they ass off
They could’ve joined the NBA
One call and they sliding
We throw more bullets than Madden
Bitches think that they conniving
They try something they might die today
VV up my teeth
Exotic hoe my passenger seat
2,3 car notes on my feet
I’m off that wok right now but Wide awake
And my truck fast like the horse that never lost a race
Don’t get up out your lane
Roc a make that Choppa Marvin Gaye
Run up in yo shit , go thru yo shit ,We like the TSA
Fuck a nigga hating on me free smoke PSA
I Pull up on forgis from the floor they 24 away
Niggas tryna catch up with the boy I’m 20 floors away
Only 6 left in the 30, we gave 24 away
Walking out of Neimans I ain’t do the Gucci store today
Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade
Let Fonem out at yo crib
They running out like Minute Maid
Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA
Track runners 900
These ain’t shit but throw away
The bitch steady talkin’ bout her bills
I told her go away
My homies moving weight
They only worried about the DEA
And my neck be wetter
Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today
My niggas shoot they ass off
They could’ve joined the NBA
Im A Product of the trenches
You stay there, that’s yo decision aye
Love to handle business
Get you gone with my permission aye
We both was is in school
But I was in in-school suspension aye
Always up in that
Cause I was ditching my detention days
Fuck her then her homie
It was unintended by the way
Roc came wit a 50
Cause He don’t like limits when he spray
She don’t come to crib
Because it Ain’t her business where I lay
I can’t trust these women
They a tell a nigga where you stay
I can make a call
Niggas pulling up like andale!
I ain’t tryna brawl
Once you say it’s up it’s bombs away
Heard that nigga hating
I ain’t heard of him that’s kinda gay
Google pandemonium
Ill make today Kinda day
Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade
Let Fonem out at yo crib
They running out like Minute Maid
Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA
Track runners 900
These ain’t shit but throw away
The bitch steady talkin’ bout her bills
I told her go away
My homies moving weight
They only worried about the DEA
And my neck be wetter
Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today
My niggas shoot they ass off
They could’ve joined the NBA
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