Intro
Yea, Huh
My n****s stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea n***a we can get it
Get um up n***a!
Fuck n***a
Stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea (Yea) n***a we can get it
Bounce out like the car hot
Pussy n***a get ya domed knocked
Young n****s go and get it
Turn a feather into a pigeon
I been trapping' a lil' different
Internet be my kitchen
N***a never ask permission
The dope glisten like Christmas
The bag got ya bitch listenin'
Lil' n***a pay attention
Cash, stack it to the ceiling
The stash up in the ceiling
Bitch get out yo feelins'
Feelins' never made a million
This is game you been christened
This pistol here be a demon
Come wrong it start singin'
Murder be the only treatment
We shootin' shit no defense
We buying shit no leasin'
All this lookin' why you policin'
So fresh I know you see it
Top dawg you wanna be it
My bitch bad she conceited
Whole fit straight from Neimans
Whole click full of demons
White bitches suckin' semen
I'm up now can you believe it
Truck fast you ain't seen it
Truck fast you ain't seen it
Talkin' shit I'm Willie Beamen
Talkin' shit I'm Willie Beamen
Yea, Huh
My n****s stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea n***a we can get it
Get um up n***a!
Fuck n***a
Stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea (Yea) n***a we can get it
Huh
My n****s stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea n***a we can get it
Get um up n***a!
Fuck n***a
Stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea (Yea) n***a we can get it
Daddy snort cocaine
Came straight from cocaine
All the bitches wanna ride a n***a, but can't buy a n***a a got damn thang
Money made the bitch rain
Pussy stained my Balmains
Killed the cat, before I hit the cat, curiosity did it's damn thang
All gas propane
All numbers no names
Yo mouthpiece so lame
Lil' conversation blew her brain
I'm with the pistol play, no fades
I got dental work on the way
I don't answer yo bitch by the way
She don't think I'm a trick when I pay
Known to give up fake names
Known to blow a bitch brain
You either on or off this train
N****s talk about it, but can't pay
N****s ask about you, then hate
We don't floss it dawg, that's fake
Like to count it up can you relate
My pistol need it's own steak
We been on you late
This dick got her behavin'
Her weave long and it's wavy
We see y'all starrin' and that's gay
You a small fry to a great
Y'all dawg food and we ate
We outside you ain't safe
We outside with them drakes
My n****s stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea n***a we can get it
Get um up n***a!
Fuck n***a
Stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea (Yea) n***a we can get it
Bounce out like the car hot
Pussy n***a get ya domed knocked
Young n****s go and get it
Turn a feather into a pigeon
I been trapping' a lil' different
Internet be my kitchen
N***a never ask permission
The dope glisten like Christmas
The bag got ya bitch listenin'
Lil' n***a pay attention
Cash, stack it to the ceiling
The stash up in the ceiling
Bitch get out yo feelins'
Feelins' never made a million
This is game you been christened
This pistol here be a demon
Come wrong it start singin'
Murder be the only treatment
We shootin' shit no defense
We buying shit no leasin'
All this lookin' why you policin'
So fresh I know you see it
Top dawg you wanna be it
My bitch bad she conceited
Whole fit straight from Neimans
Whole click full of demons
White bitches suckin' semen
I'm up now can you believe it
Truck fast you ain't seen it
Truck fast you ain't seen it
Talkin' shit I'm Willie Beamen
Talkin' shit I'm Willie Beamen
Yea, Huh
My n****s stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea n***a we can get it
Get um up n***a!
Fuck n***a
Stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea (Yea) n***a we can get it
Huh
My n****s stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea n***a we can get it
Get um up n***a!
Fuck n***a
Stay wid it
Yea n***a we can get it
Yea (Yea) n***a we can get it
Daddy snort cocaine
Came straight from cocaine
All the bitches wanna ride a n***a, but can't buy a n***a a got damn thang
Money made the bitch rain
Pussy stained my Balmains
Killed the cat, before I hit the cat, curiosity did it's damn thang
All gas propane
All numbers no names
Yo mouthpiece so lame
Lil' conversation blew her brain
I'm with the pistol play, no fades
I got dental work on the way
I don't answer yo bitch by the way
She don't think I'm a trick when I pay
Known to give up fake names
Known to blow a bitch brain
You either on or off this train
N****s talk about it, but can't pay
N****s ask about you, then hate
We don't floss it dawg, that's fake
Like to count it up can you relate
My pistol need it's own steak
We been on you late
This dick got her behavin'
Her weave long and it's wavy
We see y'all starrin' and that's gay
You a small fry to a great
Y'all dawg food and we ate
We outside you ain't safe
We outside with them drakes
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Brown
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