Stickin' Up N****s in Heaven
I'm straight to the bag
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
I can do the math just tryna move the decimal
I be on the green like that thing that carry Mario
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
What we smoking on make your shit look like oregano
I ain't Dr. Dre but I aim to put you 'in da scope'
And I'm foreign wheeling, dealer tryna tell me how it goes
Like these are the breaks, boy I'm starting to feel like Kurtis Blow 'cause
Calico toss your hoe like a lateral
Duct tape up your kids, put my feet all on your sectional
Spin around the block like Bo Jackson up on Techmo Bowl
Turn you into Bob the Tomato when I
Let it go, don't play
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
And we never taking off no days
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
Brrr da da da da da da
Da da da da, da da ba
Dada doo
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Ba da da da da da da dadadum
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, Give it up
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
What we smoking on make your shit look like oregano
Chrome rims, Stone 'gyms', shooting from the corner though
Guess I'm playing Basketball, I feel like I'm Kurtis Blow
Paper on top of paper my shits a collage
Midnight Club in Tokyo I'm in GTR
With a Great Value, Bootleg Nicki Minaj
Yep, 30 goons on my front porch
That means you gotta shoot 30 just to hit the door
That means you wanna 'Pop Smoke' you gone meet that boy
You got me calling my AK Garoppolo
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
I can do the math just tryna move the decimal
I be on the green like that thing that carry Mario
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
Brrr da da da da da da
Da da da da, da da ba
Dada doo
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Ba da da da da da da dadadum
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, Give it up
Turn you into Bob the Tomato when I
Let it go, don't play
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
And we never taking off no days
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
I can do the math just tryna move the decimal
I be on the green like that thing that carry Mario
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
What we smoking on make your shit look like oregano
I ain't Dr. Dre but I aim to put you 'in da scope'
And I'm foreign wheeling, dealer tryna tell me how it goes
Like these are the breaks, boy I'm starting to feel like Kurtis Blow 'cause
Calico toss your hoe like a lateral
Duct tape up your kids, put my feet all on your sectional
Spin around the block like Bo Jackson up on Techmo Bowl
Turn you into Bob the Tomato when I
Let it go, don't play
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
And we never taking off no days
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
Brrr da da da da da da
Da da da da, da da ba
Dada doo
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Ba da da da da da da dadadum
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, Give it up
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
What we smoking on make your shit look like oregano
Chrome rims, Stone 'gyms', shooting from the corner though
Guess I'm playing Basketball, I feel like I'm Kurtis Blow
Paper on top of paper my shits a collage
Midnight Club in Tokyo I'm in GTR
With a Great Value, Bootleg Nicki Minaj
Yep, 30 goons on my front porch
That means you gotta shoot 30 just to hit the door
That means you wanna 'Pop Smoke' you gone meet that boy
You got me calling my AK Garoppolo
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
I can do the math just tryna move the decimal
I be on the green like that thing that carry Mario
Empty out the bag bitch, don't take it personal
Brrr da da da da da da
Da da da da, da da ba
Dada doo
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Bitch, Give it up
Ba da da da da da da dadadum
Fuck love and affection
I need drugs and connections
Like bitch, Give it up
Turn you into Bob the Tomato when I
Let it go, don't play
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
And we never taking off no days
Turn the fucking safety on, no way
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Writer(s): Kalvin Munlyn Jr
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