Ah Ah
Ah ah ahah
Just hit a lick now my pockets on swole
Ah ahah
Ran up them blues now my money won't fold
Ah ahah
Just dropped 2 checks and you know they goin go
Ah ahah
Them white boys goin think that we moving that blow
Ah ahah
Glock on my waist so I'm limping
2 hoes on my side guess I'm pimping
Get to the back and get to it right quick
She a real ass hoe need a real ass pimp
I smoke by myself I be cheefing
Don't pass my blunt so she feening
Water on my wrist ooh anemic
Should've hid the money cos I be thieving
I like a bitch that be on time
Say that it's up bitch I got time
Bitch get to work so it's crunch time
Bitch wait in your place like the lunch line
Skinny bitch but my weight up
I want it now ain't tryna wait up
Bitch you so sleep better wake up
This not nba fuck a lay up
Just hit a lick now my pockets on swole
Ah ahah
Ran up them blues now my money won't fold
Ah ahah
Just dropped 2 checks and you know they goin go
Ah ahah
Them white boys goin think that we moving that blow
Ah ahah
Walk in this bitch with the lights on
My diamonds still shine with the lights off
Boy you ain't slick ain't no python
I hop on the beat make a tight song
Got my gun there right on my dresser
All of my guns they come with a compressor
She only a hoe cos you let her
Maybe she'd be happy if you would've fed her
I want it I get it ooh dead
32 bullets we aim at your head
Boy you's a bitch ooh a fed
Ain't got no money so where is your bread
Do what I want I might fuck then I dip
If he beg me to stay then I know he a simp
Bitch I sell pounds I ain't selling no zip
If I hop in the booth know I'm making a hit
If I don't get what I want you know I'm leaving
It's runts in my lungs what I am breathing
Pour an 8 in my sprite now I'm leaning
Ya I be scamming but at least I am eating
They say you can't ever have too many guns
I told them you can if you ain't goin shoot one
I ain't on the toilet but I'm shitting on niggas
Dropping track after track bitch I'm passing these niggas
Just hit a lick now my pockets on swole
Ah ahah
Ran up them blues now my money won't fold
Ah ahah
Just dropped 2 checks and you know they goin go
Ah ahah
Them white boys goin think that we moving that blow
Ah ahah
Just hit a lick now my pockets on swole
Ah ahah
Ran up them blues now my money won't fold
Ah ahah
Just dropped 2 checks and you know they goin go
Ah ahah
Them white boys goin think that we moving that blow
Ah ahah
Glock on my waist so I'm limping
2 hoes on my side guess I'm pimping
Get to the back and get to it right quick
She a real ass hoe need a real ass pimp
I smoke by myself I be cheefing
Don't pass my blunt so she feening
Water on my wrist ooh anemic
Should've hid the money cos I be thieving
I like a bitch that be on time
Say that it's up bitch I got time
Bitch get to work so it's crunch time
Bitch wait in your place like the lunch line
Skinny bitch but my weight up
I want it now ain't tryna wait up
Bitch you so sleep better wake up
This not nba fuck a lay up
Just hit a lick now my pockets on swole
Ah ahah
Ran up them blues now my money won't fold
Ah ahah
Just dropped 2 checks and you know they goin go
Ah ahah
Them white boys goin think that we moving that blow
Ah ahah
Walk in this bitch with the lights on
My diamonds still shine with the lights off
Boy you ain't slick ain't no python
I hop on the beat make a tight song
Got my gun there right on my dresser
All of my guns they come with a compressor
She only a hoe cos you let her
Maybe she'd be happy if you would've fed her
I want it I get it ooh dead
32 bullets we aim at your head
Boy you's a bitch ooh a fed
Ain't got no money so where is your bread
Do what I want I might fuck then I dip
If he beg me to stay then I know he a simp
Bitch I sell pounds I ain't selling no zip
If I hop in the booth know I'm making a hit
If I don't get what I want you know I'm leaving
It's runts in my lungs what I am breathing
Pour an 8 in my sprite now I'm leaning
Ya I be scamming but at least I am eating
They say you can't ever have too many guns
I told them you can if you ain't goin shoot one
I ain't on the toilet but I'm shitting on niggas
Dropping track after track bitch I'm passing these niggas
Just hit a lick now my pockets on swole
Ah ahah
Ran up them blues now my money won't fold
Ah ahah
Just dropped 2 checks and you know they goin go
Ah ahah
Them white boys goin think that we moving that blow
Ah ahah
Credits
Writer(s): Aram Tserounian, Max Burkhardt, Pierre Balian, Lyric Fallis-nussey, Daniel Moog
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