Merchandise

(Hoffa)
Throwing up, Got withdrawals
All this lean that I'm sipping
Pour a cup, Got me stuck
Rocking vinnies for the dub
Got two foreign bitches on my line
It's no surprise
Fuck a Ruger
Wave a beam
For that merchandise
Throwing up, Got withdrawals
All this lean that I'm sipping
Pour a cup, Got me stuck
Rocking vinnies for the dub
Got two foreign bitches on my line
It's no surprise
Fuck a Ruger
Wave a beam
For that merchandise

I had to pour up
Roll me one right out the safe, Yea
If nobody throw up
It ain't meet the expectations
Pour me a cup
I do not sip on the dutch
Yea, She calling me a dub
But, She know she want to fuck
Yea, She putting on a front
Now she moving spicy
Now she posting on the gram
Oh she looking icy
Drop the top, In the phantom
Ain't no funeral
Shooting at your top
Make a stop at your funeral

Throwing up, Got withdrawals
All this lean that I'm sipping
Pour a cup, Got me stuck
Rocking vinnies for the dub
Got two foreign bitches on my line
It's no surprise
Fuck a Ruger
Wave a beam
For that merchandise
Throwing up, Got withdrawals
All this lean that I'm sipping
Pour a cup, Got me stuck
Rocking vinnies for the dub
Got two foreign bitches on my line
It's no surprise
Fuck a Ruger
Wave a beam
For that merchandise

Yea, I beat it like hercules
Yea my back, It be hurting me
Making money till my decease
She bailing me out, No monopoly
On the rocks, Sipping bubbly
Drop top, Switching lanes
The feds, They be watching me
Try to cap, That's a murder scene
Got the drugs all on me
The perky's calling
Live for the moment
Lil shawty on me
Roll it Up, Then I smoke it
The custy's on it
Pay for my own shit
These bitches want me

Throwing up, Got withdrawals
All this lean that I'm sipping
Pour a cup, Got me stuck
Rocking vinnies for the dub
Got two foreign bitches on my line
It's no surprise
Fuck a Ruger
Wave a beam
For that merchandise
Throwing up, Got withdrawals
All this lean that I'm sipping
Pour a cup, Got me stuck
Rocking vinnies for the dub
Got two foreign bitches on my line
It's no surprise
Fuck a Ruger
Wave a beam
For that merchandise

(I had to pour up)
(Roll me one right out the safe, Yea)
(If nobody throw up)
(It ain't meet the expectations)
(Pour me a cup)
(I do not sip on the dutch)
(Yea, She calling me a dub)
(But, She know she want to fuck)
(Yea, She putting on a front)
(Now she moving spicy)
(Now she posting on the gram)
(Oh she looking Icy)
(Drop the top, In the phantom)
(Ain't no funeral)
(Shooting at your top)
(Make a stop at your funeral)

(Yeahh)
(Wooahh)
(Yeaahh)
(Woaahh)
(Yeaahh)
(Woaahh)
(Yeahh)
Stop resisting
Stop resisting!
This is a dangerous group
Get on the fucking ground, Nigger!
Heh, Fucking nigger



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Writer(s): Justin Morgan
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