Woah, gang
It's gettin' a lil'
Yeah, huh (Pull up in them cars)
Them go-getters, nigga (I'm 'bout to be crazy, yeah)
Uh, my wrist pink, my wife pink, I got money, my life changed (Haha)
Got drugs and got chains, they got mad, then got strange (Facts)
Right plugs, right drugs, now the girls, they like us (Facts)
Nike techs with Nike ups (Yeah), you don't like us, then fight us
I'm on check clear, ain't gon' be the same next year
I got a show, I hit the road, nigga, my gang, my set there (Skrrt)
Fuck where you from, get left there (Yeah), I hop in the v and head there (Skrrt)
I make it hot, you gettin' shot yeah, we leavin' the mess there (We leavin' the mess there)
Uh, uh, got that dog shit, I could dig it up (Dig it up)
Phone ringin', I'm gettin' up (Yeah)
Dick soft, she get it up (Yeah)
She take it out, then lick it up (Oh)
Them broke boys can't get with us (At all)
Bling, bling, we glittered up (Gang)
Iced out, we lit it up (Gang), iced out, we lit it up
Girl, we fuckin', we don't date yet
Girl, you don't know your place yet
She a baddie with her moms (Bad)
Uh, you don't got your place yet?
I don't wan' fuck, your pussy broke and you got an attitude (Uh)
And your ex was a bum too, got everybody mad at you
Get my guap up, everything new when I pop up (Bling)
Gotta stack your bread (Uh) 'cause they ain't there when you locked up (Gang)
You run up, you niggas gettin' shot, Kay Flocka
I ain't never scared to put a nigga in the doctor (Uh, in the doctor)
Got that dog shit, I could dig it up (Dig it up)
Phone ringin', I'm gettin' up (Go)
Dick soft, she get it up (Yeah)
She take it out, then lick it up (Ooh)
Them broke boys can't get with us (Uh-uh)
Bling, bling, we glittered up (Uh)
Iced out, we lit it up (Uh), iced out, we lit it up (Woo)
Yeah
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