(Getta Beats)
Whoop
I get them bitches to your door with the loud smell (Loud smell)
I ain't been fuckin' with bro, but I'll ride still (Ride still)
A lot of shit been on my mind, so l been gettin' booted (Yeah, yeah)
I can't even talk about it, I've been stayin' muted (Shh)
Brodie put up with the switch and he ain't scared to use it (Grrah)
I just hit D-Bo with a brick like we got into it (That's my boy)
I got four nickel on my hip, please don't make me do it (Nah)
Don't go nowhere without my yeah 'cause my lawyer Jewish
Hmm, every time we hit the scene, we be iced up, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Brodie spent twenty G's on some white buffs, nigga
When you see us back-to-back, just know we piped up crazy (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Don't worry 'bout what me and bro got goin' on, free 80s (Ah)
See this hoes I got with me, rich bitches, all havers (Shh)
You ain't tryna get no money, l'ma have to fall backwards (What else?)
Don't trust shit these niggas say, these niggas all talk (These niggas all talk)
Rich nigga, spend five thousand leavin' Walmart (Bands)
You ever trust a nigga with the work and they fucked up the bag? (Fucked up the bag)
Now you gotta start from scratch 'cause that's all you had (Nah)
That's the type of shit that make a nigga put an X on you (Woo)
For this type of shit, I'll have my youngin' come and step on you (Woo)
It cost to be the boss, if you ain't got it, shut the fuck up (Just shut the fuck up)
The 'Woods come out quick, if you ain't 'bout it, shut the fuck up (Just shut the fuck up)
They askin' questions, that mean they don't know, just shut the fuck up (Just shut the fuck up, shh, shh, shh)
For all the loud mouth-ass niggas, shut the fuck up (Just shut the fuck up)
Every time the camera flash, l'ma have Louis on (Louis on)
It's a Monday, I got thirty on me at the studio (Ha)
This a normal day for me, tell them boys don't play with me (Don't play with me)
Got a nigga BM in the BM, she know she safe with me
I'm a real P-Rock baby, since I jumped off the porch, nigga
I ain't one to be like Michael Jordan, I'm one to be like Cork, nigga
If you know, you know, it really ain't my job to tell niggas
Seven thousand for a P of Sprinklez, this shit smell different (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Come fuck with a rich nigga, you fuckin' with the help, baby
She ask me why I'm by myself, they know I swing belts, baby
Niggas know the gang brazy, we pull up with changed faces (Ha, ha)
Chopper got the shell cather, we ain't leavin' no cases (Baow, baow, baow)
And the trenches, ridin' in the Maybach and this bitch spacious (Yeah)
In Miami smokin' Cali', drinkin' Texas with the Haitians (Ooh)
If you really wanna get it bag for real, just be patient
I was stayin' humble, but I'ma pop it since some niggas hatin'
Get, get, get them bitches to your door with the loud smell (Loud smell)
I ain't been fuckin' with bro, but I'll ride still (Ride still)
A lot of shit been on my mind, so l been gettin' booted (Yeah, yeah)
I can't even talk about it, I've been stayin' muted (Shh)
Brodie put up with the switch and he ain't scared to use it (Grrah)
I just hit D-Bo with a brick like we got into it (That's my boy)
I got four nickel on my hip, please don't make me do it (Nah)
Don't go nowhere without my yeah 'cause my lawyer Jewish (My lawyer Jewish)
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