Uh Huh
Stacks hanging all out the pocket(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing
Got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
Stacks hanging all out the pocket(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing
Got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
30 on me walking with a limp (30)
Gen 5 hanging on my hip (gen5)
Woods of the za I don't sip
Getting back ends off the rip
Ball like we do this every year
Fazpase whole gang got gear
Rocking other niggas brand not here
Not flexing just making it clear
Club banging so you know I can't hear
Za loud I can't feel my ears
Got receivers from the lou to the A (it's like)
John madden wen I make a new play(uhuh)
Work hard get money gain weight
Catch me moving in multiple states
Run it up but I stay out the way
Flowers up to the fazpase gang
Life cold kind of stuck in my ways
Switch bitches like I switch my jays
Money real but the watch big fake
You move right when you start getting weight
Seent the hate when I moved to the A
Big benz better get out my way
Forgiatos on the wheels look great
Can't park I don't got no space
Turnt up when I get up on stage
These niggas be real bitch made
Niggas out here chasing clout won't phase me
Nan hoe I fuck be basic
Big blunts like I'm jamaican
Big bag my haters hating
Straight facts No cap no faking
Big profits what I'm making
Stacks hanging all out the pocket
Always gotta keep a rocket
Every bitch round me popping
Every nigga round me solid
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing got the 40 on my hip
When I pop out it's big FP
Ain't nothing but homies and bitches with me
Y'all niggas still selling og's
Good gas I'm higher then trees
Big woods look like they leaves
Blue salad with a lil bit of cheese
Talk money when you speak about me
Want a feature it a cost you a fee
A lot of drugs and money around me
I'm a plug but I need some more sockets
Why you got it and you ain gone pop it
Like huey bitch pop lock drop it
Say you took something from me stop it
Call me take off I'm high as a rocket
Got em asking why you ain't drop yet
Ask my self like why u ain hot yet
Pops told me it ain't yo time yet
Keep on working you gone see the progress
All I know is get money run up a check
Stay down till I'm up I ain't finna stress
Stacks hanging all out the pocket(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
Stacks hanging all out the pocket(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing
Got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
Stacks hanging all out the pocket(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing
Got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
30 on me walking with a limp (30)
Gen 5 hanging on my hip (gen5)
Woods of the za I don't sip
Getting back ends off the rip
Ball like we do this every year
Fazpase whole gang got gear
Rocking other niggas brand not here
Not flexing just making it clear
Club banging so you know I can't hear
Za loud I can't feel my ears
Got receivers from the lou to the A (it's like)
John madden wen I make a new play(uhuh)
Work hard get money gain weight
Catch me moving in multiple states
Run it up but I stay out the way
Flowers up to the fazpase gang
Life cold kind of stuck in my ways
Switch bitches like I switch my jays
Money real but the watch big fake
You move right when you start getting weight
Seent the hate when I moved to the A
Big benz better get out my way
Forgiatos on the wheels look great
Can't park I don't got no space
Turnt up when I get up on stage
These niggas be real bitch made
Niggas out here chasing clout won't phase me
Nan hoe I fuck be basic
Big blunts like I'm jamaican
Big bag my haters hating
Straight facts No cap no faking
Big profits what I'm making
Stacks hanging all out the pocket
Always gotta keep a rocket
Every bitch round me popping
Every nigga round me solid
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing got the 40 on my hip
When I pop out it's big FP
Ain't nothing but homies and bitches with me
Y'all niggas still selling og's
Good gas I'm higher then trees
Big woods look like they leaves
Blue salad with a lil bit of cheese
Talk money when you speak about me
Want a feature it a cost you a fee
A lot of drugs and money around me
I'm a plug but I need some more sockets
Why you got it and you ain gone pop it
Like huey bitch pop lock drop it
Say you took something from me stop it
Call me take off I'm high as a rocket
Got em asking why you ain't drop yet
Ask my self like why u ain hot yet
Pops told me it ain't yo time yet
Keep on working you gone see the progress
All I know is get money run up a check
Stay down till I'm up I ain't finna stress
Stacks hanging all out the pocket(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
Stacks hanging all out the pocket(uhhuh)
Always gotta keep a rocket(uhhuh)
Every bitch round me popping(uhhuh)
Every nigga round me solid(uhhuh)
Young street nigga move like a pimp
Wen he got his tool on him
He be walking with a limp(uhhuh)
Glock 30 with a beam and a switch
Ain't worried bout nothing got the 40 on my hip(uhhuh)
Credits
Writer(s): Gerale Corley Sr, Mehedi Mounir
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