Pretty Penny

Skrt, out-west shit, 290 shit nigga you know how we rocking nigga
Straight gang shit (get yo guns up, get your funds up)
You on that opp shit get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay

You playing with that merch, you fuck around get robbed (bitch)
My shooters stalk you out (bra), they sleeping in your yard (paw-paw)
Ch-check out my wrist (pra), it cost a pretty penny (bitch)
These bitches I got plenty (gang), I already fucked too many (gang)

Baby, I'm a dope dealer, just let me know how many (gang)
I'm a young gorilla, Monkey-Nazo up on my city (paw-paw-paw)
Ch-chopper beat a nigga up, they'll catch a uppercut (bitch)
Baby eat a nigga up (skrt), she catch a nigga nut (skrt)

She says she want a date, I wanna fuck her face (bitch)
First I look you up (gang), then I find your place (bitch)
The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Old school chevy, big box motor (skrt, skrt)

Lud Foe, Lud Foe take your bitch (bitch), he just my report (gang)
He say he don't fuck with me and I don't even know him (gang)
Bailed out that van, Michael Fig bullets throwing (grr-pa-pa)
You might get fanned hit yo' mans when we blow (bitch, ayy)

I'll pull up on your block (bitch), my shorty grab the wheel (wheel)
And I'ma show these motherfuckers how to do a drill (bitch)
We riding with them steels (steels), rolling up em' pills (gang)
I'ma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill (gang)

Fuck the cops, get put in a box, you fuck with the opps
Sellin' rocks, pockets filled with knots, ridin' round with jocks
Squeezing triggers, only Lord knows, I did that a lot
Fucking thots, all these hoes going, can't tell me they not (gang)

Balmains filled with 50 G's, bitch this shit cost
Dripping sauce, I'm big Gucci boss, bitch I'm Rick Ross (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
Hit the club, turn it up, bitch we broke the knob off
Young nigga I got mob ties, I'm a mob boss (gang)

Vicelord, GD's, BD's at the trap house
Bullets burn like some CD's dont get wack now
Foenem pull up where we squeeze, I'ma smash out (bang)
Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out

I robbed the plug, finessed the drugs, then I ran out
Hit the block, so bucks and duds, it's a pass out
I'm a KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they ass out
Poppin' pills sweating like a Fen, I might pass out

I can't wife a bitch, I just sell the drinks and I smash out
If only they found you laying on your chest with your back out
Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon' crap out
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house (gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Skrt, skrt, skrt, bitch
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house



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Writer(s): Anthony Beecham, Bill Hullett
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