ONE Shotta
White on the cool whip
Looking like I move shit
Don shit
Inside jelly
Get a good kick
Peanut butter
For that ass
Head down south
Got to link with Paiz
Fly as fuck
Got to hit lab
Beat a nigga ass
With my tempered ass
Who I really be
Is not fit to pass
My expensive ass
But my mind broke
All in the gutta
I'm up though
Three pieced me
With a combo
That's thirty up
Bet I get more
That Swiping up
Not me yo
That scamming shit
Not me yo
Go uptown like nino
Then I bring back
Just me yo
There's no tags
No stoping mo
Can't catch me
I thought I proved it woe
Hit a buck twenty on
Main Street
They automatic
I'm six speed
Just me and D
With a pipsqueak
I'm boosted up
Like Rese be
Hit the one way
You can catch me
Got to wrap it up
Like visqueen
I Can't wrap it up
Then I dip queen
Need her chocolate covered
No Bernice
Need her Cornbread fed
Like Shanti
Need a sixty eight
Then bill me
Can't sixty nine
That's the where cops be
Need that black money
Like Cosby
No fucking joke
You lost C
Them white folks
Trying to off me
So I'm rolling round with
A glock C
They talk first
They not me
If I raise it up
I'm shooting
They raise it up
They not me
Used to hold it down for the Papi
El jefe
You couldn't knock me
The got me
Try touch me
I'm knocking
Clean the scene
Keep it clean
My pistol clean
No
You know I got to live
Got a black four O
This forty here
Got a big nose
Aint smelling good
Like Fritos
Get you wiped out
For the low low
If her head right
She get c notes
Lord knows
They in danger
When Jodie step through
Better have a banger
Who know under
Six foot
Dunking and banging
That's me jodie b bitch
Grip your stainless
Came up
Tricking tricks
Like bitch you brainless
Then Chopped the top
Like bitch you brainless
Ok ok
I get it right
You Depressed as fuck
Need to get a life
They expensive though
How much would pay for a
Masters roll
Not damn thang
Ok what u spending on
Is that prem or what
Let's add it up
I'm Loud as fuck
Let me talk my shit
They mad that a nigga
Can't talk like this
Can't shut me up
He's bad as fuck
Annie what
Walk like this
Cause I can back it up
It's murder scene
In these red bottoms
Stay hella clean
I know you heard about HIM
Looking like I move shit
Don shit
Inside jelly
Get a good kick
Peanut butter
For that ass
Head down south
Got to link with Paiz
Fly as fuck
Got to hit lab
Beat a nigga ass
With my tempered ass
Who I really be
Is not fit to pass
My expensive ass
But my mind broke
All in the gutta
I'm up though
Three pieced me
With a combo
That's thirty up
Bet I get more
That Swiping up
Not me yo
That scamming shit
Not me yo
Go uptown like nino
Then I bring back
Just me yo
There's no tags
No stoping mo
Can't catch me
I thought I proved it woe
Hit a buck twenty on
Main Street
They automatic
I'm six speed
Just me and D
With a pipsqueak
I'm boosted up
Like Rese be
Hit the one way
You can catch me
Got to wrap it up
Like visqueen
I Can't wrap it up
Then I dip queen
Need her chocolate covered
No Bernice
Need her Cornbread fed
Like Shanti
Need a sixty eight
Then bill me
Can't sixty nine
That's the where cops be
Need that black money
Like Cosby
No fucking joke
You lost C
Them white folks
Trying to off me
So I'm rolling round with
A glock C
They talk first
They not me
If I raise it up
I'm shooting
They raise it up
They not me
Used to hold it down for the Papi
El jefe
You couldn't knock me
The got me
Try touch me
I'm knocking
Clean the scene
Keep it clean
My pistol clean
No
You know I got to live
Got a black four O
This forty here
Got a big nose
Aint smelling good
Like Fritos
Get you wiped out
For the low low
If her head right
She get c notes
Lord knows
They in danger
When Jodie step through
Better have a banger
Who know under
Six foot
Dunking and banging
That's me jodie b bitch
Grip your stainless
Came up
Tricking tricks
Like bitch you brainless
Then Chopped the top
Like bitch you brainless
Ok ok
I get it right
You Depressed as fuck
Need to get a life
They expensive though
How much would pay for a
Masters roll
Not damn thang
Ok what u spending on
Is that prem or what
Let's add it up
I'm Loud as fuck
Let me talk my shit
They mad that a nigga
Can't talk like this
Can't shut me up
He's bad as fuck
Annie what
Walk like this
Cause I can back it up
It's murder scene
In these red bottoms
Stay hella clean
I know you heard about HIM
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