Jar
You know how to move a bag I got hope in you
Take me on this sale ima smoke wit you
Body shot I'm tryna hear a nigga ribs break
Ar bullet hit the porch and make the crib shake
Most my hoes ot who tryna lend a local
I heard the unemployment back who tryna send a social
He ran off but he ain't gettin far
It's a quarter ounce worth a residue left in the jar
Gimme loyalty baby you can keep yo heart
I could never trust a bitch she just gotta play her part
I hope you don't forget about the pape
You a bitch like yo daddy lil boy I can't relate
Buy em for the low ticket then I take em outta state
I can't get no money wit you got me feelin outta place
I know niggas envy I can feel a lot of hate
I just hope the pape can remove me from the fake
Gen five glock on me
Naw I don't sell soft I got rocks on me bitch
Facefuck got her mouth aching
Gone end up runnin for yo life wit all that clout chasin
Bitch shut the fuck up I just lost count
You ain't got no pills uncle Phil you gettin tossed out
I was chillin in my room til a fiend called
Pussy nigga bumped into me almost beamed dawg
Aye Fo thousand on his head I put a p on it
Fat booty pretty face lemme skeet on it
Take my socks off on her couch put my feet on it
Ion even rap I talk shit and put a beat on it
I used to be broke shit is crazy
I got brown and white shit is gravy
Made a current in a pot shit is wavy
Two glocks wit a k I'm the army and the navy
Take me on this sale ima smoke wit you
Body shot I'm tryna hear a nigga ribs break
Ar bullet hit the porch and make the crib shake
Most my hoes ot who tryna lend a local
I heard the unemployment back who tryna send a social
He ran off but he ain't gettin far
It's a quarter ounce worth a residue left in the jar
Gimme loyalty baby you can keep yo heart
I could never trust a bitch she just gotta play her part
I hope you don't forget about the pape
You a bitch like yo daddy lil boy I can't relate
Buy em for the low ticket then I take em outta state
I can't get no money wit you got me feelin outta place
I know niggas envy I can feel a lot of hate
I just hope the pape can remove me from the fake
Gen five glock on me
Naw I don't sell soft I got rocks on me bitch
Facefuck got her mouth aching
Gone end up runnin for yo life wit all that clout chasin
Bitch shut the fuck up I just lost count
You ain't got no pills uncle Phil you gettin tossed out
I was chillin in my room til a fiend called
Pussy nigga bumped into me almost beamed dawg
Aye Fo thousand on his head I put a p on it
Fat booty pretty face lemme skeet on it
Take my socks off on her couch put my feet on it
Ion even rap I talk shit and put a beat on it
I used to be broke shit is crazy
I got brown and white shit is gravy
Made a current in a pot shit is wavy
Two glocks wit a k I'm the army and the navy
Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Anderson
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