123 Po 4
It's like one two fuck three I pour a four
Glock seventeen only bought that shit because of Jyow
Jeans seventeen christian dior up on my toes
It's a billion bitches fuck we look like beefing over hoes
Really having fun with this shit
Pull up Silverado I got smoke form Colorado
Bitch I feel super throwed like man man with the bottle
Finna pull up on the I corn nugs for the win
Pray to God but I sin
All my niggas wanna win
I might pull up in a Benz
Smell the smoke up in the wind
I might fuck up on her friends
I'm just free styling off the head man Ion really care about this shit on God
Yeah feel like Icecube knock his arm off
Now his limbs need some ice cubes from the sawed off
Man come up on the block talking shit you get dog walked
I got ice up on my teeth got me smiling like I'm Paul Wall
Hit his bitch from the back she like I love You hit the John Wall
These niggas get close just to blow that shit like they Chris Paul
We just hit for twelve spent that shit on Marc Jacobs
I'm tryna hit a hundred g's so I can go watch the Lakers
My grandma always told me boy watch your friends you got some fakers
But I ain't understand it til I started touching real paper
Motherfuckers in my pockets like they Ben Franklin
These niggas move slower than that turtle named Franklin
What the fuck are you thinking
Glock fast no blinking
Dog shit up in my pocket
Fuck around and need a clinic
Glock seventeen only bought that shit because of Jyow
Jeans seventeen christian dior up on my toes
It's a billion bitches fuck we look like beefing over hoes
Really having fun with this shit
Pull up Silverado I got smoke form Colorado
Bitch I feel super throwed like man man with the bottle
Finna pull up on the I corn nugs for the win
Pray to God but I sin
All my niggas wanna win
I might pull up in a Benz
Smell the smoke up in the wind
I might fuck up on her friends
I'm just free styling off the head man Ion really care about this shit on God
Yeah feel like Icecube knock his arm off
Now his limbs need some ice cubes from the sawed off
Man come up on the block talking shit you get dog walked
I got ice up on my teeth got me smiling like I'm Paul Wall
Hit his bitch from the back she like I love You hit the John Wall
These niggas get close just to blow that shit like they Chris Paul
We just hit for twelve spent that shit on Marc Jacobs
I'm tryna hit a hundred g's so I can go watch the Lakers
My grandma always told me boy watch your friends you got some fakers
But I ain't understand it til I started touching real paper
Motherfuckers in my pockets like they Ben Franklin
These niggas move slower than that turtle named Franklin
What the fuck are you thinking
Glock fast no blinking
Dog shit up in my pocket
Fuck around and need a clinic
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