[Sheff G]
Great John on the beat by the way
Look
Look
[Sheff G]
Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (Pack)
We gettin' money, baby
She know where the fun is at
Heard they put some dollars on me
Go get that money back
Bitch thought she was stylin' on me
Now look how she run it back
[Sheff G]
Catch me in your city, know I
Know I got it on me
I press on this bitch and I bet everyone be hidin' from me
Man, I need a thick bitch
I said a thick bitch, a mistress
Dracos for my G-day
Thirty clips, I want for Christmas
Welcome to this life of mine (To this life of mine)
They gang bangin'
Niggas get to talkin'
We just pull up where you hangin'
No cappin' in my rappin', I ain't playin'
Don't get clapped for your opinion
Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
They rappin' 'bout themn sticks
I hope you use it then
I take this AP off my wrist and put it on your head
Make sure my chop is nice and full before I go to bed
In case they think they got the one-up, keep one in the head
Heard that the bullets left him wocky like he off the meds or somethin', look
Sheff G straight be chillin'
Homie, you must be ed or somethin'
Niggas hands, shit is probably why they homies dead or somethin'
Got the power 'round here like my last name Edison
[Sheff G]
Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (Pack)
We gettin' money, baby
She know where the fun is at
Heard they put some dollars on me
Go get that money back
Bitch thought she was stylin' on me
Now look how she run it back (Now look how she run it back)
[Fresh G]
Still in love with drilin' but I
Had to switch my roll, so bro put up the block
I pass the knock, we call it pick 'n roll
Fresh Loc back, I'm ditchin' souls
At your door like I seen Jahove
Brand new chop, that calico
Bad lil' bitch, she pigeon toed, hmm
And I tell her, "Shake that shit"
If not, she can't hang
Like, baby, I can't chill
I'm with a hunnid niggas that gang bang
It don't matter you give it to me or you fuck Frost, it's the same thing
Police hatin' 'cause they can't tame
The BP when we switch lanes
Niggas know my body, know I
Know I never lack
I call Shooter gang, they outside with a hunnid straps
All my opps is dead, don't gotta worry
They ain't comin' back
Applyin' so much pressure, they can't get back
Ain't no fun in that
I'm done with that, like
[Sheff G]
Nigga, I'm outside with a hunnid pack (Pack)
We gettin' money, baby
She know where the fun is at
Heard they put some dollars on me
Go get that money back
Bitch thought she was stylin' on me
Now look how she run it back (Now look how she run it back)
(Now look how she run it back)
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