Panhandling
Damn Zay how you do that shit?
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic
I can get real sneaky, I'm tricky dance moves
I be dancin' in these Jordan's, ain't no dance shoes
I be in the ling, ling yard like some bamboo
Left somethin' white up in her hair, wasn't shampoo
My glizzy look like Bubba Ridge, it got muscles on it
It was butt naked, I put some jeans, a belt buckle on it
Need it come with everything, a beam and a muzzle on it
Just in case my target get too far, I can hit opponents
Carjack and lift your car up, I attach a pole
Niggas can't drive on the road, I make him bap his load
Kada got crosses on his face, he'll snatch your soul
Now you in the oven cookin' up like a casserole
I be paranoid, you blow your nose, I might blow the chopper
Niggas want beef, I got shells like a tostada
You ain't for this gang, ain't Fruitridge if you ain't know Poppa
I was startin' five, shooting guard on that old roster
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic
Ayy, all you niggas lyin', I run you down, I got cheetah paws
'Member when I hit your phone collect and you ain't see the call
IG bankers be on the 'net, they don't be involved
Last kid, he threw up sucker shit, I blew his pinky off
Ayy, they gon' fuck these bitches when I can't
That's what my brothers for
When I catch a sucker, always pray, then I up the score
I believe in Ant, Pop, and Bub, I can't love the Lord
I just threw a rope on this K, we play tug of war
Have your shooter step on me, I blow like a landmine
I be throwin' up Fruitridge Blood with a hand sign
And I'm masked up for the drill like Mankind
If you ever say I ain't True Story, you a damn lie
Gotta play it safe and ride with K on the interstate
All he heard was, "Pah-pah-pah," then the windows break
Glass breakin', soundin' like I dropped a dinner plate
Hit the gas, do the dash, tryna win a race
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic
I can get real sneaky, I'm tricky dance moves
I be dancin' in these Jordan's, ain't no dance shoes
I be in the ling, ling yard like some bamboo
Left somethin' white up in her hair, wasn't shampoo
My glizzy look like Bubba Ridge, it got muscles on it
It was butt naked, I put some jeans, a belt buckle on it
Need it come with everything, a beam and a muzzle on it
Just in case my target get too far, I can hit opponents
Carjack and lift your car up, I attach a pole
Niggas can't drive on the road, I make him bap his load
Kada got crosses on his face, he'll snatch your soul
Now you in the oven cookin' up like a casserole
I be paranoid, you blow your nose, I might blow the chopper
Niggas want beef, I got shells like a tostada
You ain't for this gang, ain't Fruitridge if you ain't know Poppa
I was startin' five, shooting guard on that old roster
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic
Ayy, all you niggas lyin', I run you down, I got cheetah paws
'Member when I hit your phone collect and you ain't see the call
IG bankers be on the 'net, they don't be involved
Last kid, he threw up sucker shit, I blew his pinky off
Ayy, they gon' fuck these bitches when I can't
That's what my brothers for
When I catch a sucker, always pray, then I up the score
I believe in Ant, Pop, and Bub, I can't love the Lord
I just threw a rope on this K, we play tug of war
Have your shooter step on me, I blow like a landmine
I be throwin' up Fruitridge Blood with a hand sign
And I'm masked up for the drill like Mankind
If you ever say I ain't True Story, you a damn lie
Gotta play it safe and ride with K on the interstate
All he heard was, "Pah-pah-pah," then the windows break
Glass breakin', soundin' like I dropped a dinner plate
Hit the gas, do the dash, tryna win a race
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic
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Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Trevor Douglas
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