Bay 2 NY
From the East to the Bay, you know we on the map
Call Lul G, he pull up with the strap
Thirty on me, yeah, I'm carryin' that
And that bitch on my hip got a big kickback
This is plug talk, I can show you how the plugs talk
You need weed or you need Xans
I show you how the plug talk
Is you bangin' or you crippin'?
Nigga, this a thug walk
Hah, yeah, nigga, this a thug walk
Ain't no motherfuckin' stock
It's a thirty on this clip, though
Two Glocks on me, two twins like I'm Brisco
Up this bitch on him
Make him groove like he Crisco
Fuck around and shoot a movie
In this bitch, what the clip hold
Me and TJ had your bitch like a pornstar
We give her dick while that bitch, you adorin' her
How the fuck you kiss that
Bitch when I dogged that bitch?
Ran your bitch with the gang
And I won't call the bitch
I can show you how to shoot a Glock
I keep it on my waist
I can show you how to make it hot
Just don't cover your face
We do not fuck with the coppers
We be bustin' on the choppers
If you ain't with that shit, boy, just stay in your place
I don't need hoes, I be buggin' like I'm Steve-O
Have you swimmin' with the fishes
You'll be lost like Nemo
All these bitches for the team
Yeah, we call 'em team hoes
Have my dick up in her mouth
Watch that bitch deepthroat
Show you how to bust that chopper
How to kick a door
Learn how to bust that chopper
You gon' hit the floor
Sloppy roll, all twenties like it's Piccolo
Hundred chances I done chose
But I can't choose a ho
Damn near a meal ticket
I done upped about a hundred poor
Strapped like the Navy
Young nigga got a hundred poles
Forty-one on my wrist, that shit hella froze
If bustdown beat that nigga, bitch, he hella bold
Make your block hot
We be spinnin' in the drop-top
When I'm dumpin', watch him jump in
Like he playin' hopscotch
I be bustin' in her mouth
She said it feel like Pop Rocks
I ain't cuffin' no hoes, I ain't cuffin' hot thots
Up this big Glock, make that nigga get bip-bop
And look, word, you think shit funny?
Turn you to a Chris Rock
Fake ass Rollie on your wrist
Boy, that shit tick tock
Catch him cuffin' on a bitch
Then you know the bitch not
Call Lul G, he pull up with the strap
Thirty on me, yeah, I'm carryin' that
And that bitch on my hip got a big kickback
This is plug talk, I can show you how the plugs talk
You need weed or you need Xans
I show you how the plug talk
Is you bangin' or you crippin'?
Nigga, this a thug walk
Hah, yeah, nigga, this a thug walk
Ain't no motherfuckin' stock
It's a thirty on this clip, though
Two Glocks on me, two twins like I'm Brisco
Up this bitch on him
Make him groove like he Crisco
Fuck around and shoot a movie
In this bitch, what the clip hold
Me and TJ had your bitch like a pornstar
We give her dick while that bitch, you adorin' her
How the fuck you kiss that
Bitch when I dogged that bitch?
Ran your bitch with the gang
And I won't call the bitch
I can show you how to shoot a Glock
I keep it on my waist
I can show you how to make it hot
Just don't cover your face
We do not fuck with the coppers
We be bustin' on the choppers
If you ain't with that shit, boy, just stay in your place
I don't need hoes, I be buggin' like I'm Steve-O
Have you swimmin' with the fishes
You'll be lost like Nemo
All these bitches for the team
Yeah, we call 'em team hoes
Have my dick up in her mouth
Watch that bitch deepthroat
Show you how to bust that chopper
How to kick a door
Learn how to bust that chopper
You gon' hit the floor
Sloppy roll, all twenties like it's Piccolo
Hundred chances I done chose
But I can't choose a ho
Damn near a meal ticket
I done upped about a hundred poor
Strapped like the Navy
Young nigga got a hundred poles
Forty-one on my wrist, that shit hella froze
If bustdown beat that nigga, bitch, he hella bold
Make your block hot
We be spinnin' in the drop-top
When I'm dumpin', watch him jump in
Like he playin' hopscotch
I be bustin' in her mouth
She said it feel like Pop Rocks
I ain't cuffin' no hoes, I ain't cuffin' hot thots
Up this big Glock, make that nigga get bip-bop
And look, word, you think shit funny?
Turn you to a Chris Rock
Fake ass Rollie on your wrist
Boy, that shit tick tock
Catch him cuffin' on a bitch
Then you know the bitch not
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Writer(s): Myles Moraites, Brandon Korn, George Harris, Terrence Reaves
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