C&N
Wavy, Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I told her pull up the city if you really bout shit
Pull up with some bitches, ima need the chocolates
Catch us leaving out the club, on some get the Gwap shit
Bottles everywhere
All my niggas pop shit
This that motherfuckin' jam that's gone get the block lit
Don't be coming with the noise, that's gon' get your block split
We ain't with the drama cuz that shit ain't bout shit
Rollie on our arms
Tell your Hoe to watch this
Niggas lying in they raps
Talking bout they getting to it
Ha
If they ain't pulling up on us
Then them bitches just stupid
Big K.I. I done bounced back
Bitch I want the Aston fuck a Hellcat
I don't be around cuz I smell rats
I put on for the heights Nigga that's a fact
Came in a range, collected the change, then pulled off in a coupe
Hunnids of blue, I'm back with the woop, 500 for a shoe
I came with some guys who like to shoot, I'm with the AAU
Bitch I got a check for real, this ain't no PUA
I can't trust these guys for real, can't tell them where I stay
I got Benji's over Jackson's, think my money gay
I ate Ruth Chris in her face and fed her fish filet
See the boys, get PTSD, might just hit the gate
Look if ain't bout no money, You ain't gotta ask me
I was pressing buttons, you was in the backseat
Shout out to my runners, we can run a track meet
Cuz if it ain't classy, then it's real nasty
Look I'm popping some tags, you ain't never had these
Mini bag strapped, get the gat, pack heat
I'm stack bundles like my nigga Max B
For a little flat fee, I can get you whacked easy
Truth be told, I been fucked up since columbine
Known to smash a couple cougars, that's from time to time
Turn this bitch to Cedars point if Niggas down to ride
And I'm coming off the dribble like a travel guide
Pull to the Westin, Marko got the packs in
Got the crib from Zillow, but it's just the backend
Shorty pulled up with the bunnies, but I want the black friend
5 hours dice game, came up on a black Benz
Everything I say, nigga it's legit
Bitch said she had me on her bucket list
Play this in the club with the lights lit
I just want these hoes to see my outfit
Bitches always slip, when they see the drip
She don't give me lip, she stay on the hip
You gon catch the drift m, bitch it's hit or miss
Yeah ima have to dip for these ruffled chips
Yeah
Yeah
I told her pull up the city if you really bout shit
Pull up with some bitches, ima need the chocolates
Catch us leaving out the club, on some get the Gwap shit
Bottles everywhere
All my niggas pop shit
This that motherfuckin' jam that's gone get the block lit
Don't be coming with the noise, that's gon' get your block split
We ain't with the drama cuz that shit ain't bout shit
Rollie on our arms
Tell your Hoe to watch this
Niggas lying in they raps
Talking bout they getting to it
Ha
If they ain't pulling up on us
Then them bitches just stupid
Big K.I. I done bounced back
Bitch I want the Aston fuck a Hellcat
I don't be around cuz I smell rats
I put on for the heights Nigga that's a fact
Came in a range, collected the change, then pulled off in a coupe
Hunnids of blue, I'm back with the woop, 500 for a shoe
I came with some guys who like to shoot, I'm with the AAU
Bitch I got a check for real, this ain't no PUA
I can't trust these guys for real, can't tell them where I stay
I got Benji's over Jackson's, think my money gay
I ate Ruth Chris in her face and fed her fish filet
See the boys, get PTSD, might just hit the gate
Look if ain't bout no money, You ain't gotta ask me
I was pressing buttons, you was in the backseat
Shout out to my runners, we can run a track meet
Cuz if it ain't classy, then it's real nasty
Look I'm popping some tags, you ain't never had these
Mini bag strapped, get the gat, pack heat
I'm stack bundles like my nigga Max B
For a little flat fee, I can get you whacked easy
Truth be told, I been fucked up since columbine
Known to smash a couple cougars, that's from time to time
Turn this bitch to Cedars point if Niggas down to ride
And I'm coming off the dribble like a travel guide
Pull to the Westin, Marko got the packs in
Got the crib from Zillow, but it's just the backend
Shorty pulled up with the bunnies, but I want the black friend
5 hours dice game, came up on a black Benz
Everything I say, nigga it's legit
Bitch said she had me on her bucket list
Play this in the club with the lights lit
I just want these hoes to see my outfit
Bitches always slip, when they see the drip
She don't give me lip, she stay on the hip
You gon catch the drift m, bitch it's hit or miss
Yeah ima have to dip for these ruffled chips
Credits
Writer(s): Cornel Wallace, Cornel Anthony Wallace
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