Sirius

I say she gotta come with friends or else that turn my vibe off
Lil buddy ain't built for this, he a leech, escort to the sidewalk
Old hunnids mixed in with these Blues
I like blue cheese on lettuce
New bitch g-lock thirty six, it's gon bus just like 'Rome Bettis
New bitch say I'm too selfish, Rodd Rich I'm rich forever
Them hoes I need like several, moms always knew I'm special
Kill shot, I cannot help you
All cash, I cannot Zelle you
Pop up and I'ma nail you
Fresh batch, I gotta mail you
Two two three's, four five's, better have you an alibi
Good head, fat ass, bad bitch, triple homicide
They disappear when it's time to ride
Showing up when it's count up time
New Benz I'm matted mines
XX yeah that's my slime

The bag is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious

That ass is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious

Streets is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious

That switch is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious

I don't want no bitch, just want this money
Niggas aint did shit to me
I keep my glock on fire every time I'm outside
These niggas be wolfin
Got weed, got pills, got ice, got white, got dog
No scale, they lookin
First time on a hit
You aint shoot yo blick
Cropped out of the gang you rookie
These niggas be hoes, they pussy
Got opps in the air, it's cookie
Closed eyes when he shoot, no looky
Tell them people 5 thou wanna book me
HK choppa sound it shook me
Dior me, please no Stussy
Dior me, please no Stussy

The bag is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious

That ass is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious

Streets is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious

That switch is serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious
Uh huh serious



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Writer(s): Jamal .
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