LeekSo

Pourin' muddy, gettin' green that's my protein
How you turnt in designer in yo hoe jeans?
Burberry on the scarf with the Balmains
Balmains on my ass so yo hoe scheme
Come close then you meet the fuckin' pole beam
Leave you wet like some coochie in a hoe dream
Ain't sharin' my pint, I want the whole thing
You ain't sharin' that bitch, she want the whole team

All this ice round my neck let my soul bling
Remember posted in the 'Wind in Girbaud jeans
Now the chains got me chill like a cold drink
She like me sober, can't debate what a hoe think
Spent 200 on these Trues and my coat pink
Dip and dab in yo bitch with a cold wink
After I whip out, yea you knowin' what yo hoe drink
Swallow kids, babysittin' only 19

Order up a pint of that mud
These bitches fall in love
And all my niggas do is drugs, ain't no feelings for you love
Trueys on my ass with the snug
Some of my niggas thuggin'
Lookin' for a fuckin' bug, you a stain boy it's nothin'

Order up a pint of that mud
These bitches fall in love
And all my niggas do is drugs, it ain't no feelings for you love
Trueys on my ass with the snug
Some of my niggas thuggin'
Lookin' for a fuckin' bug, you a stain boy it's nothin'

All these hoes, I done done done, I done done done
Through these bands, I done run run, I done run run
Ran through with my gun gun, its a big one
Leave you bloated like you Big Pun
She gone give me cunt
We got glocks
We got glocks and chops
Screamin' "Fuck a opp"
If you run up on gang gang, they gone pop pop
We gone let off these shots shots at yo top top
Nigga know how I rock rock, we go gra-ta



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Writer(s): Hooli Bally
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