90210 (feat. Louie Toon & GT)
Yeah from Flint to the D nigga
You already know what the fuck it is nigga Odd Job GT you hear me
I got it on me and I'm wit it now watch me stretch it
If you want it you can get it all no second guessing
No worry bout it they be calling up in any second
I'm well connected no debating I just got elected
It's 9 Oclock but you can get around 11:30
The way I shoot behind the line he think I'm Stephan Curry
I get it 32 a G now tell me I sunny l ain't lucky
I hit the road with all that chicken now I'm in Kentucky
I'm heavy with it meth the right price baby
Everytime they call my phone they know its ice ice baby
Quick swingin' with them arms since you like to fight crazy
Have my shooter take his life then its rock a bye baby
In the D with my nigga GT he the goat
Niggaz double dutchin' in the hood i had to get him ropped
Got him ghost, I'm all about my bread you wheat toast that's fashion
You pussy niggas funny i be laughing you a joke
These bitches stay on dick so we ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm always chasing pros
He said he had the numbers on the load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amieries they ain't filled up with no pros
How the fuck he gang and he won't slide for the bro's
How the fuck you really trapping you ain't really got no O'z
Remember shit got low nigga I had to sell soap
Had to get it how you live niggas ran outta dope
I let a nigga hang his self I just throw a nigga the rope
Made some pro's in Kentucky but we kilt them in the O
Holla at me if you want some smoke for the low
And that's still 54 but that's the lowest I can go
I had to cut the middle man off find a nigga who broke
Put them bitches in the air but the dope came off a boat
We the ones who get it to you in the middle of the drought
Bitch ain't know me for a minute but she put it in her mouth
That shit cheaper in the city triple when it hit the south
You just tell me what you need and ima tell you the amount
These bitches stay on dick so we ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm always chasing pros
He said he had the numbers on the load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amieries they ain't filled up with no pros
How the fuck he gang and he won't slide for the bros
How the fuck you really trapping you ain't really got no Oz
You already know what the fuck it is nigga Odd Job GT you hear me
I got it on me and I'm wit it now watch me stretch it
If you want it you can get it all no second guessing
No worry bout it they be calling up in any second
I'm well connected no debating I just got elected
It's 9 Oclock but you can get around 11:30
The way I shoot behind the line he think I'm Stephan Curry
I get it 32 a G now tell me I sunny l ain't lucky
I hit the road with all that chicken now I'm in Kentucky
I'm heavy with it meth the right price baby
Everytime they call my phone they know its ice ice baby
Quick swingin' with them arms since you like to fight crazy
Have my shooter take his life then its rock a bye baby
In the D with my nigga GT he the goat
Niggaz double dutchin' in the hood i had to get him ropped
Got him ghost, I'm all about my bread you wheat toast that's fashion
You pussy niggas funny i be laughing you a joke
These bitches stay on dick so we ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm always chasing pros
He said he had the numbers on the load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amieries they ain't filled up with no pros
How the fuck he gang and he won't slide for the bro's
How the fuck you really trapping you ain't really got no O'z
Remember shit got low nigga I had to sell soap
Had to get it how you live niggas ran outta dope
I let a nigga hang his self I just throw a nigga the rope
Made some pro's in Kentucky but we kilt them in the O
Holla at me if you want some smoke for the low
And that's still 54 but that's the lowest I can go
I had to cut the middle man off find a nigga who broke
Put them bitches in the air but the dope came off a boat
We the ones who get it to you in the middle of the drought
Bitch ain't know me for a minute but she put it in her mouth
That shit cheaper in the city triple when it hit the south
You just tell me what you need and ima tell you the amount
These bitches stay on dick so we ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm always chasing pros
He said he had the numbers on the load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amieries they ain't filled up with no pros
How the fuck he gang and he won't slide for the bros
How the fuck you really trapping you ain't really got no Oz
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Writer(s): Jimmy Morgan
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