Ground 45

Aye, I just went and copped me a vette
He said he want static, boy getting shocked, that's a bet
You ain't really bout it, stop throwing up sets
And you talk on the game, that's as street as it gets
She said that the way that I live lowkey mad dope
I hope you're not mad though, you're living in $uburban's shadow
I'm always outshining, you can't even be mad hoe
We sippin' this wok and we watching this cash flow

Your bitch off the molly, she going retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)
Big 901, Big 45
Get near my clique, you get eaten alive
You can ask Ian, you know how he died
Touching on hoes, now his face in the ground

I let these pussy's know, I ain't no bitch
See through your cappin' ass, bitch you a snitch
You ain't really juggin', that's glass on your wrist
Stop flexing your stick, that shit don't make no sense
They make fun of Lil Herb, cause he built like a cigarette
He hittin' up all of their bitches, and get 'em wet
Yeah we killed your daddy, lil pussy boy, you up next
She wrote my name on her titties, they love Lil Seth

I ain't gon' lie, used to chase all these bitches
But then I got rich, now they want me to hit it
Bust down the door, that bitch know that i'm with it
Add me to her playlist, cause she wanna fit in
These bitches is victims now
They get on their knees, and they suckin' that dick for a pound of loud
They smoking them swishers now
They getting them high and they raping them in the clouds

Your bitch off the molly, she going retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)
Big 901, Big 45
Get near my clique, you get eaten alive
You can ask Ian, you know how he died
Touching on hoes, now his face in the ground (Bitch)

Pussy boy run it up
Get your damn money up
Pussy boy sweet, filled with sugar like a honey bun
Bitch bustin' out with the gat, call it run and gun
Bitch so bougie, she can't stand when i'm throwing ones
2022, bitch, that's my year
I'm surrounded by the gang, I can't show no fear
So sick and tired of bitches in my ear
I'm in love with homicide, i'm addicted to the blood

Think I made it clear, I don't fuck with none of ya'll
People so demented, they've been praying on my fall
Bitch had a seizure, when i'm knocking off her walls
I can end your life with only one phone call
They think i'm crazy, you don't know the half of it
Fuck imitation, that shit ain't real flattering
Talk all your shit, but you can't pull a badder bitch
Chillin' with gang, smoking dope with Lil Madelyn

Your bitch off the molly, she going retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)
Big 901, Big 45
Get near my clique, you get eaten alive
You can ask Ian, you know how he died
Touching on hoes, now his face in the ground

Your bitch off the molly, she going retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)
Big 901, Big 45
Get near my clique, you get eaten alive
You can ask Ian, you know how he died
Touching on hoes, now his face in the ground

Haha, fuck you talking bout
Herbio, Looking ass
Blrrd, Pshhh
Touching on hoes now his face in the ground