Intro

We hop out we work it studio speakers is burstin
I'm just guessin this what fire do
Dressed down
You know bout them laced shoes pop another nigga wit a draco times 2
2 to 3 shells i'm in it profile low and my windows is tinted
Givenchy my collar shit vintage
Dont fuck wit these bitches you know that they switchin im
Strapped to the pole ain't nothin between it
Ridin around in the lamb face is hidden
Ima keep all my niggas call immediate
While all these other niggas actin deviate
Niggas they switch and they opp just to get to
You cuz you got money they tryna get in wit you
Plus all the hoes wanna flock to the crib wit
You flex on em kick to the curb they aint feelin you
Mixing the 'dein with the sprite bro what's good wit you
Im wit this bitch and she got a fat ass and she
Smokin the gas i sold her a bag now she chewin my gat
My brother be coppin the hoes the green he put them on the screen
You want the bag you comin straight to me
A nigga loccin catch him and his team
I pour a 4 and watch ya mother scream



Credits
Writer(s): Shon Adams, Mark Ogleton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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