Wazzup
Wazzup
Im on front street wit da cutter
Im cooler then ice trap shakin like dice
Yo bitch aint my type so shut up
All of my diamonds they shine really nice
I look like a light wit no sun up
I kno niggas plottin they gon end up rottin
If i gotta pick me a gun up
Run up
Dont get yo lil homie put on a T-Shirt
Im in the streets runnin plays til my feet hurt
He actin sour but sweeter than dessert
Sellin dreams wit his speech
If you bought day better keep yo receipt
Thumbin thru racks iono how to act
I can run up a sack while I kick up my feet
Bitch ima hunter i skin the beef
Opps finna sweat like dey kin to Keith
Feelin like Corboy i came burnin rubber spin stolo infiniti
Check yoself you can smacked arine because of yo energy
Errone lit chain smokin big gas chased wit hennesy
Smellin so good Dior got her on my groin
She pullin my hand where we goin
Pussy so wet her juices is flowin
You gon hear swish whenever im scorin
We keep it silent the location very private
Somewhere wit a different climate
Don't cross the clan i wouldn advise it
Dunkin on opps like Iceman Issac
Sippin on ooze im pourin up Ivan
Im super slippery forever slidin
Blow you to smithereens like im Bin Ladin
Me n 2 yella bone bitches menaging
Hop on a plane twice as high as the pilot
Bitch i been fly i got aerial mileage
TSA mad cant do nothin about it
We got the sticks and still smash u without it
Wazzup
Im on front street wit da cutter
Im cooler then ice trap shakin like dice
Yo bitch aint my type so shut up
All of my diamonds they shine really nice
I look like a light wit no sun up
I kno niggas plottin they gon end up rottin
If i gotta pick me a gun up
Run up
Don't get yo big homie put on a carton
Punchin aint shit bitch i fight like a Spartan
If its up there when i see you im startin
Dogs in my clan they bitin no barkin
Crips in here too if you touch me they sparkin
762s got him dancin like Carlton
Hoppin out ships wit dem lasers like martians
Im so dizzy from spinnin
Been wit the ignant shit since the beginnin
Where are the cameras dese actors pretendin
Kickin hoes out if they not comprehendin
Errone stiff no foldin or bendin
Crossin us get you a horrible endin
Keep playin games lil boy gon get hurt
Get put six feet inside the earth
No boundaries the world is my turf
Eyes errwhere i stay on alert
Heavy 40 hid under my shirt
Wet you up wit more then a squirt
Chop off yo top make you feel like a vert
Im sellin grams like its part of the merch
Franklins here no relation to Kirk
I chase bags you chasin a skirt
Hittin licks all by my lonely
Sellin mo circles then packs of bologna
Outstanding pressure to press the opponent
I dont need help it was me only
Im runnin game like a product from Sony
8K quality vividly on it
Money stack and it come how i want it
A Sagittarius yo bitch on my pony
Wazzup
Im on front street wit da cutter
Im cooler then ice trap shakin like dice
Yo bitch aint my type so shut up
All of my diamonds they shine really nice
I look like a light wit no sun up
I kno niggas plottin they gon end up rottin
If i gotta pick me a gun up
Run up
Im on front street wit da cutter
Im cooler then ice trap shakin like dice
Yo bitch aint my type so shut up
All of my diamonds they shine really nice
I look like a light wit no sun up
I kno niggas plottin they gon end up rottin
If i gotta pick me a gun up
Run up
Dont get yo lil homie put on a T-Shirt
Im in the streets runnin plays til my feet hurt
He actin sour but sweeter than dessert
Sellin dreams wit his speech
If you bought day better keep yo receipt
Thumbin thru racks iono how to act
I can run up a sack while I kick up my feet
Bitch ima hunter i skin the beef
Opps finna sweat like dey kin to Keith
Feelin like Corboy i came burnin rubber spin stolo infiniti
Check yoself you can smacked arine because of yo energy
Errone lit chain smokin big gas chased wit hennesy
Smellin so good Dior got her on my groin
She pullin my hand where we goin
Pussy so wet her juices is flowin
You gon hear swish whenever im scorin
We keep it silent the location very private
Somewhere wit a different climate
Don't cross the clan i wouldn advise it
Dunkin on opps like Iceman Issac
Sippin on ooze im pourin up Ivan
Im super slippery forever slidin
Blow you to smithereens like im Bin Ladin
Me n 2 yella bone bitches menaging
Hop on a plane twice as high as the pilot
Bitch i been fly i got aerial mileage
TSA mad cant do nothin about it
We got the sticks and still smash u without it
Wazzup
Im on front street wit da cutter
Im cooler then ice trap shakin like dice
Yo bitch aint my type so shut up
All of my diamonds they shine really nice
I look like a light wit no sun up
I kno niggas plottin they gon end up rottin
If i gotta pick me a gun up
Run up
Don't get yo big homie put on a carton
Punchin aint shit bitch i fight like a Spartan
If its up there when i see you im startin
Dogs in my clan they bitin no barkin
Crips in here too if you touch me they sparkin
762s got him dancin like Carlton
Hoppin out ships wit dem lasers like martians
Im so dizzy from spinnin
Been wit the ignant shit since the beginnin
Where are the cameras dese actors pretendin
Kickin hoes out if they not comprehendin
Errone stiff no foldin or bendin
Crossin us get you a horrible endin
Keep playin games lil boy gon get hurt
Get put six feet inside the earth
No boundaries the world is my turf
Eyes errwhere i stay on alert
Heavy 40 hid under my shirt
Wet you up wit more then a squirt
Chop off yo top make you feel like a vert
Im sellin grams like its part of the merch
Franklins here no relation to Kirk
I chase bags you chasin a skirt
Hittin licks all by my lonely
Sellin mo circles then packs of bologna
Outstanding pressure to press the opponent
I dont need help it was me only
Im runnin game like a product from Sony
8K quality vividly on it
Money stack and it come how i want it
A Sagittarius yo bitch on my pony
Wazzup
Im on front street wit da cutter
Im cooler then ice trap shakin like dice
Yo bitch aint my type so shut up
All of my diamonds they shine really nice
I look like a light wit no sun up
I kno niggas plottin they gon end up rottin
If i gotta pick me a gun up
Run up
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