(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
I brought the ho to the South (Vegas)
Sparked her up, put the ho on the map
P card up, turn shit-eaters down
Make a ho work, she gon' move off my (Off the snap)
Vacuum seal shit and I rap
Make everybody duck, king headtap (Headtap)
Handgun with a hundred rounds (Hundred rounds)
Don't know what I made off the trap (The trap)
Don't know what I made off the Crook
The moves I pulled on 'em, niggas was shook (Lil' boys)
Got locked, my money got took (Locked)
Had twenty hoes and they loaded my books
I'm Vato and Slime Crook
You know I'm pullin' moves, gotta keep that juke (That juke move)
Cars money, guns in the Crook
Get hit in the phone, same shit, he ain't look (He ain't see it comin')
Come with me, baby, let's serve today
Six 'bows, one hour, thirty-two hundred play
Switch the VINs, she don't know it's the Wraith
Give her the switch, I'ma drive with the Drac'
Six-four a bully, hit the lights and get away
Balenci' today, shoot drip by the day
Shoot five in fashion, don't post shit for days
Mortician the mafia, put shit in the grave
Keep firin' shit, we spin out, leave, it's crackin'
Keep all the Scats and the 'Cats and the hemi
I see murder through my tunnel vision
Free Scottie and Savage, they'll never listen
Chapo a dog, just feed him (Chapo)
We pressure all night, get the drop from the bitches (Blitzin')
She know I give a fuck about feelings
She givin' me opps, she know how to get me (Opp-ass nigga)
Fuck her, get out of there, go back to spillin'
Playin' with numbers, we uppin' the digits
Get a lil' bit, then my middleman get it
Hustle and fuck, keep my red bitch with me
Stackin' the profit, they ain't on shit in the city
This AR-62 and it let off a sixty
He was trollin', his game end, now he trendin' (Lame-ass nigga)
Let off sixty in a minute
I brought the ho to the South (Vegas)
Sparked her up, put the ho on the map
P card up, turn shit-eaters down
Make a ho work, she gon' move off my (Off the snap)
Vacuum seal shit and I rap
Make everybody duck, king headtap (Headtap)
Handgun with a hundred rounds (Hundred rounds)
Don't know what I made off the trap (The trap)
Don't know what I made off the Crook
The moves I pulled on 'em, niggas was shook (Lil' boys)
Got locked, my money got took (Locked)
Had twenty hoes and they loaded my books
I'm Vato and Slime Crook
You know I'm pullin' moves, gotta keep that juke (That juke move)
Cars money, guns in the Crook
Get hit in the phone, same shit, he ain't look (He ain't see it comin')
Keep firin' shit, we spin out, leave, it's crackin'
Keep all the Scats and the 'Cats and the hemi
I see murder through my tunnel vision
Free Scottie and Savage, they'll never listen
Chapo a dog, just feed him
We pressure all night, get the drop from the bitches
She know I give a fuck about feelings
She givin' me opps, she know how to get me
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