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Aye
Yea
Niggas Like who is he, Bill Gluckman?
I keep two two hoes with me, bout three or a dozen
Bad bitch comin with me and she fucking
I ain't worried bout the ops, tell them niggas keep comin
Im on the block right now tryna load up a hunnit
My fiend want some work, but he owe me a hunnit
Coach put me in the game, I'm tryna score me a hunnit
Bitch i don't give a fuck i took his plate cause he ain't want it

Nigga i just popped a half now I'm buzzin
Yea i'll slide through your block party but I'm clutching
Bitch you know the block get hotter than the oven
Bitch it ain't nothing up, but me and yo cousin
Im on the block all day tryna touch a fucking 60 ball
Bitch, you looking at a nigga that done did it all
I just tried to roll a 3.5 wood, and couldn't fit it all
I told you nigga anything you gimme ima get it off

Im in the trap chillin with my feet up
I know some niggas that a kill you bout they reup
Shut your fat fucking mouth and put a G up
Known in your hood everywhere throwing my C up
Pussy i ain't never took a L, or got beat up
762's make a nigga scoot his seat up

Yea bitch we got ups we see them, they don't see us
And nigga i don't give a fuck
Dawg know wassup
Big honey bourbon to the face, got me stuck
Bitch I'm just tryna get some lean, in some cup
Bitch ain't no comin in between me and the crud
Bitch stop talking bout you seen me in the club

I just saw the ops moma, gave that bitch a hug
Told her when i see her son, he goin in the mud
First fight i ever had, was with a fake blood
First wood i ever smoked, that shit was straight crud



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Writer(s): Deangelo Bolton
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