Heartthrobs
Took a fine lil thotty right to benihibachi
Stay runnin through these racks feds can't stop me
All my LA hoes know that I been papi
Same people tryna get me coulda been got me
But we'll set this bitch off like its Benghazi
Would knock these lil freaks but they been sloppy
Give that bitch another week another ten bodies
Pay the fee to fuck with me could fuck with them probably
How you callin but you blocked
Touch roads like stop signs I can't stop
I never changed I need my props
Stuck to the code I just had to change the locks
Oooh me and Dru we finna spaz out
Cash out
He a white man but he a black out
I was fuckin on yo bitch I hit the Jackpot
Yeah she snuck through the back for them backshots
If we get Pulled over ima stash the Glock
Know it get too hot when its Mac and Pac
Yeah I woulda knocked these hoes but they been knocked
All my mans talk bricks we some big shots
And if you plotting on my cash better kick rocks
Ima make spit stop to the big guap
Need the forty one face on the wrist watch
Know they claim to get knots they just dish wash
And all the ones who picked sides tryna dick ride
It get lonely on the road so I get high
You ain't tryna get no money rather get by
Rather spend it on the smokes rather get fried
Yeah they rather pick sides they got bitch ties
They don't want no beef they want French fries
Extended nine fit fine so like very time
Cuz all the shit we been through a blow these niggas minds
Woop! Had to go and get the bands up
Yeah I heard yo nigga down pick yo mans up
I ain't rich yeah I will be
Yeah I leave her face blue like the bills be
Know the cup came filthy
This shit ain't for the kids this ain't PG
On my team got me feeling like the PG
All my niggas like me they think the same thing
I got choices
I got options
All my niggas touchin road
Poppin chillin
Countin Money
I aint worried bout no hoes
I ain't tryna complain
I just hit the jackpot
Im playin the mascot
But you ain't even got a jumpshot
My heart green like a shamrock
You know these niggas so flip flop
And I'm runnin up the waves
Countin money and it won't stop
But she callin me a heart throb
Make her work like a hard drive
And she praying for the back-shots
Stay runnin through these racks feds can't stop me
All my LA hoes know that I been papi
Same people tryna get me coulda been got me
But we'll set this bitch off like its Benghazi
Would knock these lil freaks but they been sloppy
Give that bitch another week another ten bodies
Pay the fee to fuck with me could fuck with them probably
How you callin but you blocked
Touch roads like stop signs I can't stop
I never changed I need my props
Stuck to the code I just had to change the locks
Oooh me and Dru we finna spaz out
Cash out
He a white man but he a black out
I was fuckin on yo bitch I hit the Jackpot
Yeah she snuck through the back for them backshots
If we get Pulled over ima stash the Glock
Know it get too hot when its Mac and Pac
Yeah I woulda knocked these hoes but they been knocked
All my mans talk bricks we some big shots
And if you plotting on my cash better kick rocks
Ima make spit stop to the big guap
Need the forty one face on the wrist watch
Know they claim to get knots they just dish wash
And all the ones who picked sides tryna dick ride
It get lonely on the road so I get high
You ain't tryna get no money rather get by
Rather spend it on the smokes rather get fried
Yeah they rather pick sides they got bitch ties
They don't want no beef they want French fries
Extended nine fit fine so like very time
Cuz all the shit we been through a blow these niggas minds
Woop! Had to go and get the bands up
Yeah I heard yo nigga down pick yo mans up
I ain't rich yeah I will be
Yeah I leave her face blue like the bills be
Know the cup came filthy
This shit ain't for the kids this ain't PG
On my team got me feeling like the PG
All my niggas like me they think the same thing
I got choices
I got options
All my niggas touchin road
Poppin chillin
Countin Money
I aint worried bout no hoes
I ain't tryna complain
I just hit the jackpot
Im playin the mascot
But you ain't even got a jumpshot
My heart green like a shamrock
You know these niggas so flip flop
And I'm runnin up the waves
Countin money and it won't stop
But she callin me a heart throb
Make her work like a hard drive
And she praying for the back-shots
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Writer(s): Dru Wydronek
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