HEADSHOTZ
Movin real slow I'm sippin on purple
Choppa gone hit make a Nigga do a hurdle
I heard he's a bitch tell'em put on his girdle
We got the drugs what would you like?
Feds is lurkin turn off the lights
Got kicked out the party now we're takin a hike
Pass me a cup bitch give me some ice
Takin niggas money bitch give me ya dice
I'm lookin for throat like a thief in the night
Permanent tags bitch I'm rockin off white
They love my supreme I'm like what is the hype
Goodbye to the bitch cause she wasn't my type
I walk up in Louie they know I'm the man
Imma need this belt and you and your friends
Hoes be bad when they look like twins
When you really gettin money it looks just like this
Walk in the club and I pop me a thizz
Real street knowledge Nigga this a pop quiz
What ya gone do when ya get ya first brick
Buss that bitch down then serve it by the hit
Skippin the school to go up the road
Niggas gettin fucked up cause they don't know the code
Breakin the rules and then they just fold
Rats in the hood you know that they told
Movin real slow I'm sippin on purple
Choppa gone hit, make a Nigga do a hurdle
I heard he's a bitch, tell'em put on his girdle
We got the drugs, what would you like?
Feds is lurkin, turn off the lights
Got kicked out the party now we're takin a hike
Pass me a cup, bitch give me some ice
Takin niggas money, bitch give me ya dice
Pass me the dice, you know I'm gone hit
Gabby Douglas when I'm flipping the brick
Magic Johnson make the money do tricks
Codiene got me feelin so sick
Tryna steal my heart cause I look like a lick
Sleepin with the automatic
Yeah you know I'm with the shit
Yeah I pour a cup of red with my slimes
Slayin hoes like Jason every night
Told my side bitch I love her, that's a lie
Burnin my regrets till my demise
Movin real slow I'm sippin on purple
Choppa gone hit make a Nigga do a hurdle
I heard he's a bitch tell'em put on his girdle
We got the drugs what would you like?
Feds is lurkin turn off the lights
Got kicked out the party now we're takin a hike
Pass me a cup bitch give me some ice
Takin niggas money bitch give me ya dice
Purple and red I'm remixin the sprite
Wanna have fun and shit for the night
I've been ballin and catchin them flights
Eatin the steak with the fried brown rice
He say he want a Rollie but can't afford the ice
Levels to this shit had to double my price
Real lit bitch she's poppin a perky
Gets so high transforms to a slurpee
Suck it real fast cause I'm in a hurry
Skrt off in the Porsche like it's Kentucky derby
Choppa gone hit make a Nigga do a hurdle
I heard he's a bitch tell'em put on his girdle
We got the drugs what would you like?
Feds is lurkin turn off the lights
Got kicked out the party now we're takin a hike
Pass me a cup bitch give me some ice
Takin niggas money bitch give me ya dice
I'm lookin for throat like a thief in the night
Permanent tags bitch I'm rockin off white
They love my supreme I'm like what is the hype
Goodbye to the bitch cause she wasn't my type
I walk up in Louie they know I'm the man
Imma need this belt and you and your friends
Hoes be bad when they look like twins
When you really gettin money it looks just like this
Walk in the club and I pop me a thizz
Real street knowledge Nigga this a pop quiz
What ya gone do when ya get ya first brick
Buss that bitch down then serve it by the hit
Skippin the school to go up the road
Niggas gettin fucked up cause they don't know the code
Breakin the rules and then they just fold
Rats in the hood you know that they told
Movin real slow I'm sippin on purple
Choppa gone hit, make a Nigga do a hurdle
I heard he's a bitch, tell'em put on his girdle
We got the drugs, what would you like?
Feds is lurkin, turn off the lights
Got kicked out the party now we're takin a hike
Pass me a cup, bitch give me some ice
Takin niggas money, bitch give me ya dice
Pass me the dice, you know I'm gone hit
Gabby Douglas when I'm flipping the brick
Magic Johnson make the money do tricks
Codiene got me feelin so sick
Tryna steal my heart cause I look like a lick
Sleepin with the automatic
Yeah you know I'm with the shit
Yeah I pour a cup of red with my slimes
Slayin hoes like Jason every night
Told my side bitch I love her, that's a lie
Burnin my regrets till my demise
Movin real slow I'm sippin on purple
Choppa gone hit make a Nigga do a hurdle
I heard he's a bitch tell'em put on his girdle
We got the drugs what would you like?
Feds is lurkin turn off the lights
Got kicked out the party now we're takin a hike
Pass me a cup bitch give me some ice
Takin niggas money bitch give me ya dice
Purple and red I'm remixin the sprite
Wanna have fun and shit for the night
I've been ballin and catchin them flights
Eatin the steak with the fried brown rice
He say he want a Rollie but can't afford the ice
Levels to this shit had to double my price
Real lit bitch she's poppin a perky
Gets so high transforms to a slurpee
Suck it real fast cause I'm in a hurry
Skrt off in the Porsche like it's Kentucky derby
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Writer(s): Isaiah Woodard
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