I got this ho, she from the North, she told me that she a fan of me
I got a pole, brodie got rolled, I got a Glock for the enemy
And I got wads and I got rolls, your money small as a centipede
Why in the fuck is you tellin' me? You ain't my bro, I don't know you
I'm tryna run up a twenty piece, mama, I'm doin' it for you
Nigga, no, he is no friend of me, you is my son, I lil' boy you (Woah)
I bet lil' Stevo gon' let it squeeze, better not step on the soil (Yeah)
I hit the lottery, nigga
These niggas hate then my pockets get bigger
Ride in a Sprinter, you ride in a rental
I got a Glock on the side of me, nigga
Boy, you a bitch, do not talk to me, nigga (Fuck is this nigga, man)
'Member when they used to ball on me, nigga
Now them niggas wanna call on me, nigga
Now them niggas wanna ask for a picture (What?)
I cannot go (No, no way)
Rockin' this new shit (Rockin' this new shit, yeah)
Comme des Garçons (Comme des Garçons)
I got a tool kit (I got a tool kit, yeah)
Lettin' it blow (Lettin' it blow)
She in a Buick (She in a Buick, yeah)
I'm a Rolls, yeah (I'm in a Rolls, woah)
I got this ho, she from the North, she told me that she a fan of me
I got a pole, brodie got rolled, I got a Glock for the enemy
And I got wads and I got rolls, your money small as a centipede
Why in the fuck is you tellin' me? You ain't my bro, I don't know you
I'm tryna run up a twenty piece, mama, I'm doin' it for you
Nigga, no, he is no friend of me, you is my son, I lil' boy you (Woah)
I bet lil' Stevo gon' let it squeeze, better not step on the soil (Yeah)
Better not step on the soil
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