Used to be someone I could hold
Used to be somebody I could talk to (Oh my God, Kenny)
Now I know why I'm leaving
P-P-P-Lo (Yeah, yeah)
Time to bring the bass back
We got Glocks, yeah, yeah, we got bops, yeah, yeah
If I tell a bitch to jump, she gon' hop, yeah, yeah
If I tell these hoes to come, they gon' flock, yeah, yeah
Unc don't even own a chain, he got rocks, yeah, yeah
She eat cock, yeah, yeah, she got WAP, yeah, yeah
If the car two hunnid, keep it stock, yeah, yeah
If I whistle, then the Narcs up the block, yeah, yeah
Mama say don't touch the stove, that shit hot, yeah, yeah
You feel that flame and that fire, is it hot, hell yeah
I been working on myself, had it on lock for ten years
Been through many situations, thanking God I'm still here
Whole time vision blurry, but right now I see it clear
Okay my wrist on chandelier
And the chain come with a body in the rarri switching gears
She playing with her pussy, singing 'Pretty' in her ear
You know she pretty on the wake up
I'm sorry this here run personal, bae, I can't cake up
But look I got my cake up, niggas got they hate up
You know we never turning shit down, we'll just spank some
Ask around we don't play tough, man, I'm straight cut
Think I'm ball, go on Royal Oak and fuck the face up bussin
We got Glocks, yeah, yeah, we got bops, yeah, yeah
If I tell a bitch to jump, she gon' hop, yeah, yeah
If I tell these hoes to come, they gon' flock, yeah, yeah
Unc don't even own a chain, he got rocks, yeah, yeah
She eat cock, yeah, yeah, she got WAP, yeah, yeah
If the car two hunnid, keep it stock, yeah, yeah
If I whistle, then the Narcs up the block, yeah, yeah
Mama say don't touch the stove, that shit hot, yeah, yeah
In my section, I'm that nigga with the ring, hell yeah
All that sneak dissin', that'll get you spanked, hell yeah
I'm gettin' money though, ask around the work, these bitches love me though
She ain't never fucked with a skunk, yo nigga love me, ho
All these niggas E-R-D, now secret saint when we be shoppin'
Niggas still on purple jeans, don't understand it when we poppin'
Every time I'm in yo city, I leave out with hella thousands
The check clear, but it's still dirty money we was countin'
For that green eggs and ham, I go at it, I'm an addict
They thought I worked at Amazon, I come with the whole package
Yeah, we'll turn this bitch to Minecraft and then do damage
One umbrella, one umbrella, I can hear the crowd change
Trunk thumpin', club bumpin', plus we got love in Calabasas
The line wrapped around the corner like Marine World passes
And she keep askin', 'How I shoot if it's plastic'?
Ye go full E-R-D like Marilyn Manson
We got Glocks, yeah, yeah, we got bops, yeah, yeah
If I tell a bitch to jump, she gon' hop, yeah, yeah
If I tell these hoes to come, they gon' flock, yeah, yeah
Unc don't even own a chain, he got rocks, yeah, yeah
She eat cock, yeah, yeah, she got WAP, yeah, yeah
If the car two hunnid, keep it stock, yeah, yeah
If I whistle, then the Narcs up the block, yeah, yeah
Mama say don't touch the stove, that shit hot, yeah, yeah
We got Glocks, shots of XDs, pants made by SB
Shag first, then neck, please, who she say the best? Me
Throw that pussy on me, yeah, yeah, you my next B
All you gotta do is post my album, you'll get set free
We got guap, yeah, yeah, we got pops, yeah, yeah
Spot a sucker in the crowd, he gettin' shot, yeah, yeah
Do you hear me when I'm bumpin' down your block? Yeah, yeah
Stuck the .30 in 'cause I don't need a stock, yeah, yeah
We got Glocks, yeah, yeah, we got bops, yeah, yeah
If I tell a bitch to jump, she gon' hop, yeah, yeah
If I tell these hoes to come, they gon' flock, yeah, yeah
Unc don't even own a chain, he got rocks, yeah, yeah
She eat cock, yeah, yeah, she got WAP, yeah, yeah
If the car two hunnid, keep it stock, yeah, yeah
If I whistle, then the Narcs up the block, yeah, yeah
Mama say don't touch the stove, that shit hot, yeah, yeah
Ayy, look, them niggas broke, yeah, yeah, I keep loaves, yeah, yeah
Somebody dime my nigga spendin', fuck a post, yeah, yeah
I send foes, yeah, yeah, this ain't no ghost, yeah, yeah
I get money, all you lil' niggas jokes, yeah, yeah
You could get popped, yeah, yeah, take his watch, yeah, yeah
And something crazy when I'm swervin' down the block, yeah, yeah
I drink Wock', yeah, yeah, fuck your block, yeah, yeah
We got fans, we got aids, and we got Glocks, yeah, yeah
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