Chinero
One phone call we airing him, them parties we ain't dancing in
Don't make me use these hands again, don't make me take them bands again
They can't smoke no raws with us nigga we ain't friends with them
My dogs they going all out got you niggas panicking
We don't do computers nigga, Cuzzy keep a ruler with him
That bitch wasn't fuccin with me she jus tryna use a nigga
Know I'm getting money now so they wanna be cool with niggas
Always got a hand out like what you tryna do for niggas?
Baby ima hustler Dinero running thru them figures
Ya man he a customer he always coming through with niggas
You know how I do it nigga
They know ima shoot a nigga
Mally put you through it nigga
Ralphy that's my shooter nigga
My new bitch she came to Fucc that weed smoke strong like angel dust
Pros Money Gang we flaming up if I go then the gang gone come
You know we ain't average nigga
My niggas is savage nigga
The pump come with the action nigga, we gon let you have it nigga
Semiautomatics or a ruger keep a ratchet with us
Couple niggas on the blocc say blood but they clapping with us
Homie got a beam on a Nina who want static with us?
If you can't get ya hands on a pound you ain't trappin with us
Crashed the foreign switch the whip yeah Mally got a different bitch
They say I'm on some different shit nah I'm jus moving militant
We can't shake no hands on them statements thats ya penmanship
I start it then I finish it, a pool of blood he swimming in
I keep a Sig just incase I gotta smoke some shit
My bitch was on some hoeing shit I love her but I'm done with it
Set a couple goals made a plan know ima conquer them
I say it then I honor it lookout for my accomplishments
One phone call we airing him, them parties we ain't dancing in
Don't make me use these hands again, don't make me take them bands again
They can't smoke no raws with us nigga we ain't friends with them
My dogs they going all out got you niggas panicking
We don't do computers nigga, Cuzzy keep a ruler with him
That bitch wasn't fuccin with me she jus tryna use a nigga
Know I'm getting money now so they wanna be cool with niggas
Always got a hand out like what you tryna do for niggas?
Don't make me use these hands again, don't make me take them bands again
They can't smoke no raws with us nigga we ain't friends with them
My dogs they going all out got you niggas panicking
We don't do computers nigga, Cuzzy keep a ruler with him
That bitch wasn't fuccin with me she jus tryna use a nigga
Know I'm getting money now so they wanna be cool with niggas
Always got a hand out like what you tryna do for niggas?
Baby ima hustler Dinero running thru them figures
Ya man he a customer he always coming through with niggas
You know how I do it nigga
They know ima shoot a nigga
Mally put you through it nigga
Ralphy that's my shooter nigga
My new bitch she came to Fucc that weed smoke strong like angel dust
Pros Money Gang we flaming up if I go then the gang gone come
You know we ain't average nigga
My niggas is savage nigga
The pump come with the action nigga, we gon let you have it nigga
Semiautomatics or a ruger keep a ratchet with us
Couple niggas on the blocc say blood but they clapping with us
Homie got a beam on a Nina who want static with us?
If you can't get ya hands on a pound you ain't trappin with us
Crashed the foreign switch the whip yeah Mally got a different bitch
They say I'm on some different shit nah I'm jus moving militant
We can't shake no hands on them statements thats ya penmanship
I start it then I finish it, a pool of blood he swimming in
I keep a Sig just incase I gotta smoke some shit
My bitch was on some hoeing shit I love her but I'm done with it
Set a couple goals made a plan know ima conquer them
I say it then I honor it lookout for my accomplishments
One phone call we airing him, them parties we ain't dancing in
Don't make me use these hands again, don't make me take them bands again
They can't smoke no raws with us nigga we ain't friends with them
My dogs they going all out got you niggas panicking
We don't do computers nigga, Cuzzy keep a ruler with him
That bitch wasn't fuccin with me she jus tryna use a nigga
Know I'm getting money now so they wanna be cool with niggas
Always got a hand out like what you tryna do for niggas?
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Writer(s): Jamal Finley
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