(Ayy, 40, I got my 40)
Yeah
You got that?
Hey, load 'em up, that nigga finna come get like eight of them bitches
(That sounds like Heem on the beat)
These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy
I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy
Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging
That lil' bitch be perkin', why you think that I be stallin'?
'Cause I don't fuck with you
Girlfriend turned to my baby mama, so now I'm stuck with you
Your nigga ain't even worth a fifty, I'm just being a buck with you
Your pussy good, why the fuck you think I still put up with you?
I be trappin' Bubba plates, I don't fuck with no dog food
And I sold more bricks than your brother and your dog too
I feel like Ross, this bitch here super thick, she twenty-two
We slidin' twenty-two, we in room 222
But birds go for thirty-two
I'm way too P, I give her way more pleasure then baby blue
When I'm talkin' trappin', I'm talkin' servin' them bases too
When I'm talkin' smackin', I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' active too
These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy
I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy
Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging
I might just buy AMG Benz, come through, I'ma dog 'em
"How much of my love do you want?" Bitch, I want all it
Out here dodgin' all the bad cops just like Mike Lowry
If I ever hit the county, nigga, I ain't doin' no talkin'
I ain't do no talkin', nigga, I just sell white
But my dog Dwight just said he finna teach me how to swipe
Sendin' K2 to my dog behind the wall through a kite
Let the stud drive the bricks 'cause niggas don't never rob dykes
Alright, nigga
Bring a fucking gun, don't bring no knife
Nigga, we don't bring no dope in through no flights
I spin everything from chef up to the vice
And I'll rob or trap before I go and hit a heist (Yeah)
These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy
I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy
Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging
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