Propa
Yeah
She said I'm doing it proper
Too much pints
Man I might need a doctor
Put the birds in the air
For my niggas who locked up
Shh, Yeah
You know my gang got to prosper
Good pack
You know I'm puffing that opera
Big cap
Most of them niggas ain't shottas
Whoosh
You see how fast I can pop up
Gthaaa
You see how fast I done got ya
How he play with the punchies
He might be a boxer
How I play in the field
Put the boy in the rosters
Uh, Yeah
State to state locked in like Rasta's
Got to move tact I don't move with imposters
Uh
I told you them niggas not us
Yeah
They got me back in my beast mode
Joug and finessing I'm back on the east road
I don't do the cheat codes
I'm punching the G Codes
My Spanish lil bitch man
She calling me Chico
My big bro
He just came home from a Rico
In the deep end
Shawty still give me the deep throat
20s and 50s
But I love the C-Notes
My water hitting
It feel like a speed boat
Spend it and make it right back
That's what we know
Can't Stop grinchin
A mil getting real close
24 hours I'm on it for real bro
Puffing that power
My vision got real low
Bro got the work
You should know that it still go
I put the play
In the air
Like a field goal
When I'm cruising the phantom
I feel like a real ghost
Yeah
Hop in that whip
Ima cruise through the city
If you tryna get right
Man you just need a citi
Plenty of hoes
But no love in the city
Packs out of state
From a whole different city
She know she bound to get rich
Fucking with me
Brody don't trust a soul so he snuck in the glizzy
Yeah
She said I'm doing it proper
Too much pints
Man I might need a doctor
Put the birds in the air
For my niggas who locked up
Shh, Yeah
You know my gang got to prosper
Good pack
You know I'm puffing that opera
Big cap
Most of them niggas ain't shottas
Whoosh
You see how fast I can pop up
Gthaaa
You see how fast I done got ya
How he play with the punchies
He might be a boxer
How I play in the field
Put the boy in the rosters
Uh, Yeah
State to state locked in like Rasta's
Got to move tact I don't move with imposters
Uh
I told you them niggas not us
She said I'm doing it proper
Too much pints
Man I might need a doctor
Put the birds in the air
For my niggas who locked up
Shh, Yeah
You know my gang got to prosper
Good pack
You know I'm puffing that opera
Big cap
Most of them niggas ain't shottas
Whoosh
You see how fast I can pop up
Gthaaa
You see how fast I done got ya
How he play with the punchies
He might be a boxer
How I play in the field
Put the boy in the rosters
Uh, Yeah
State to state locked in like Rasta's
Got to move tact I don't move with imposters
Uh
I told you them niggas not us
Yeah
They got me back in my beast mode
Joug and finessing I'm back on the east road
I don't do the cheat codes
I'm punching the G Codes
My Spanish lil bitch man
She calling me Chico
My big bro
He just came home from a Rico
In the deep end
Shawty still give me the deep throat
20s and 50s
But I love the C-Notes
My water hitting
It feel like a speed boat
Spend it and make it right back
That's what we know
Can't Stop grinchin
A mil getting real close
24 hours I'm on it for real bro
Puffing that power
My vision got real low
Bro got the work
You should know that it still go
I put the play
In the air
Like a field goal
When I'm cruising the phantom
I feel like a real ghost
Yeah
Hop in that whip
Ima cruise through the city
If you tryna get right
Man you just need a citi
Plenty of hoes
But no love in the city
Packs out of state
From a whole different city
She know she bound to get rich
Fucking with me
Brody don't trust a soul so he snuck in the glizzy
Yeah
She said I'm doing it proper
Too much pints
Man I might need a doctor
Put the birds in the air
For my niggas who locked up
Shh, Yeah
You know my gang got to prosper
Good pack
You know I'm puffing that opera
Big cap
Most of them niggas ain't shottas
Whoosh
You see how fast I can pop up
Gthaaa
You see how fast I done got ya
How he play with the punchies
He might be a boxer
How I play in the field
Put the boy in the rosters
Uh, Yeah
State to state locked in like Rasta's
Got to move tact I don't move with imposters
Uh
I told you them niggas not us
Credits
Writer(s): Kareem Alarape
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