Summer
Whole lotta gang shit bitch
Yam saying
Whole lotta trife shit
Please
GAHHHDAAMNNN
Man this summer need 100 racks
If I ain't making that then I'm done with rap
I done sold enough nigga had 100 bags
I done ran through them bitches like a running back
If i take it on the road ain't no coming back
Man i had that bitch jumping ain't no jumping jack
Got the new chopstick get to dumping that
Throw a couple shots at him now he slumping back
I am big homie round here boy I leave niggas
And niggas follow tryna be me yeah I breed niggas
Taught niggas how to eat and blessed em yeah I feed niggas
I can do this with you or without you I don't need niggas
Tell a bitch don't talk me to deaf pull that pussy out
If the pussy good when I'm fucking I ain't pulling out
Pyrex on the grill looking like I'm cooking out
Did enough favors bitch I'm done looking out
Made more off crack then I ever did rap
Had some dog-ass runs that ill never get back
Sitting in that cell man I never miss that
Shoot a shot at my bitch and you gone get yo bitch clapped
I'll spin the block 5 times to make sho he hit
I ain't gotta say I'm getting money you can notice it
Came home from prison and went straight to some focus shit
Came back from OT with more bags then a Kroger trip
It don't mean shit if it ain't about the numerals
Back to throw it back I was riding in a Subaru
Now I'm in a Vette with AR and I shoot it too
Clear A block and have em tryna group round the funeral
Man my choppa get to spitting shit
Chilling with da realest bitch
Tryna get that chally need that white bitch for a dealership
I can tell that you a hoe the niggas that you chilling with
They plotting on yo bag and you still be tryna chill and shit
I be into stacking shit
I ain't really bragging bitch
I'm just telling niggas what's it like to make it happen bitch
If you shooting shots then make sho that they accurate
Cuz if I'm still alive I see yo house and then I'm tagging it
Bad bitch with me and we riding with the top down
I Ain't got tints niggas know who spin the block now
Made my first ten went and spent it at the shop now
Made so many opps red light I cant stop now
I been out here wiling out
Arrest my dog I bond him out
If you out here snitching man them papers they gone find it out
Niggas really hoes if you think they not I promise now
I been out here tryna stack mo brick then Obama's house
Yam saying
Whole lotta trife shit
Please
GAHHHDAAMNNN
Man this summer need 100 racks
If I ain't making that then I'm done with rap
I done sold enough nigga had 100 bags
I done ran through them bitches like a running back
If i take it on the road ain't no coming back
Man i had that bitch jumping ain't no jumping jack
Got the new chopstick get to dumping that
Throw a couple shots at him now he slumping back
I am big homie round here boy I leave niggas
And niggas follow tryna be me yeah I breed niggas
Taught niggas how to eat and blessed em yeah I feed niggas
I can do this with you or without you I don't need niggas
Tell a bitch don't talk me to deaf pull that pussy out
If the pussy good when I'm fucking I ain't pulling out
Pyrex on the grill looking like I'm cooking out
Did enough favors bitch I'm done looking out
Made more off crack then I ever did rap
Had some dog-ass runs that ill never get back
Sitting in that cell man I never miss that
Shoot a shot at my bitch and you gone get yo bitch clapped
I'll spin the block 5 times to make sho he hit
I ain't gotta say I'm getting money you can notice it
Came home from prison and went straight to some focus shit
Came back from OT with more bags then a Kroger trip
It don't mean shit if it ain't about the numerals
Back to throw it back I was riding in a Subaru
Now I'm in a Vette with AR and I shoot it too
Clear A block and have em tryna group round the funeral
Man my choppa get to spitting shit
Chilling with da realest bitch
Tryna get that chally need that white bitch for a dealership
I can tell that you a hoe the niggas that you chilling with
They plotting on yo bag and you still be tryna chill and shit
I be into stacking shit
I ain't really bragging bitch
I'm just telling niggas what's it like to make it happen bitch
If you shooting shots then make sho that they accurate
Cuz if I'm still alive I see yo house and then I'm tagging it
Bad bitch with me and we riding with the top down
I Ain't got tints niggas know who spin the block now
Made my first ten went and spent it at the shop now
Made so many opps red light I cant stop now
I been out here wiling out
Arrest my dog I bond him out
If you out here snitching man them papers they gone find it out
Niggas really hoes if you think they not I promise now
I been out here tryna stack mo brick then Obama's house
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