Audi
Aye bitch im rapping on tracks
And breaking niggas backs
Yall try to claim this
Yall try to claim that
So what you gotta choppa where ya aim at
No twitter talking coming where you stay at
Actually i want the mom i got the 9
I got big guns just like columbine
Them hoes gon mortal kombat break ya spine
Had his bitch sippin on me like some wine
Fuck it ima shootem ima do the time
I wont say a word in that jail ill die
Never lacking pistol packing on mines
I got real street niggas doing time
All my niggas one and we dont know divide
I just say the word and all my niggas ride
Head to toe bitch you know a nigga fly
Ferragamo holding the pistol by my side
And i jay pay the bread cuz when i go i get back times ten
Born and bread to fucking win
So losing aint a option my friend
So we can fucking get it in
You know i got the gang in this bitch
High then a hoe with the thang on my hip
You know how we rock we bang and then dip
I got the key like a lock smith i promise you niggas aint bout shit
I got the key like a lock smith i promise you niggas aint bout shit
I heard you niggas always plotting
Bitch niggas speaking gossip
Killem all or play possum
Run the board no monopoly
Got a dot on your head like the chicken pocks
All the tough walk watch a chicken talk
Dlo so hot like some asphalt
So when i start sparking its your fault
Dogs barking cops chasing
Crip light i see the tazer
Hyped up he need a favor
Suck me up now or later
Only focused on the paper
Im the Ghost Call Me Casper
Bow Down to your master
Keep a shell like im bowser
High as fuck eiffel tower
Baby momma drop them trousers
Geeked up no powder
Pull your bitch with no flowers
Bars dope but ours sour
Lemonade up by the hour
Mojo swag austin powers
Dick in the mouth she devours
I dont shake hands with no cowards
Slide in that bitch with no password
Fucking that bitch like a bastard
Swear to god we be the ones
Yall niggas be dumb
Pull up with that tommy gun
Niggas better lay low
Scared of the damn ghost
Chillin wit my big bro
Cali on the damn flow
Danny Glover leathal weapon
What you talking bout nigga
We dont care what you reppin
Bitch we hotter than texas
Leave you sleeping with the devil
And breaking niggas backs
Yall try to claim this
Yall try to claim that
So what you gotta choppa where ya aim at
No twitter talking coming where you stay at
Actually i want the mom i got the 9
I got big guns just like columbine
Them hoes gon mortal kombat break ya spine
Had his bitch sippin on me like some wine
Fuck it ima shootem ima do the time
I wont say a word in that jail ill die
Never lacking pistol packing on mines
I got real street niggas doing time
All my niggas one and we dont know divide
I just say the word and all my niggas ride
Head to toe bitch you know a nigga fly
Ferragamo holding the pistol by my side
And i jay pay the bread cuz when i go i get back times ten
Born and bread to fucking win
So losing aint a option my friend
So we can fucking get it in
You know i got the gang in this bitch
High then a hoe with the thang on my hip
You know how we rock we bang and then dip
I got the key like a lock smith i promise you niggas aint bout shit
I got the key like a lock smith i promise you niggas aint bout shit
I heard you niggas always plotting
Bitch niggas speaking gossip
Killem all or play possum
Run the board no monopoly
Got a dot on your head like the chicken pocks
All the tough walk watch a chicken talk
Dlo so hot like some asphalt
So when i start sparking its your fault
Dogs barking cops chasing
Crip light i see the tazer
Hyped up he need a favor
Suck me up now or later
Only focused on the paper
Im the Ghost Call Me Casper
Bow Down to your master
Keep a shell like im bowser
High as fuck eiffel tower
Baby momma drop them trousers
Geeked up no powder
Pull your bitch with no flowers
Bars dope but ours sour
Lemonade up by the hour
Mojo swag austin powers
Dick in the mouth she devours
I dont shake hands with no cowards
Slide in that bitch with no password
Fucking that bitch like a bastard
Swear to god we be the ones
Yall niggas be dumb
Pull up with that tommy gun
Niggas better lay low
Scared of the damn ghost
Chillin wit my big bro
Cali on the damn flow
Danny Glover leathal weapon
What you talking bout nigga
We dont care what you reppin
Bitch we hotter than texas
Leave you sleeping with the devil
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Writer(s): 90's Rolling Music
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