where is u at?
Ayo cxejaay! turn me up gang
Walk in the mall and I'm shoppin at saks
I can not fuck wit that bitch she do crack
Niggas wanna test he get hit wit the
Niggas wanna test he get hit wit the pump
He wanna test gotta glock in da trunk
He wanna test he get smoke like some runtz
He wanna test he get smoke like a blunt
Ridin round smokin on gas inna tonk
Niggas be talkin like where is you at
Imma pull up wit a glock in that back
I up the choppa he ran like it track
I up the choppa im wear all black
Run to the bans and my pockets they fat
Niggas be testin imma grippin the gat
He wanna test he get took off the map
Walk in the buildin wit a whole lotta straps
He say he get money I know that he Kap
I ride around wit that glock on my lap
He wanna test we gon shoot through his trap
Around of applause that choppa gon clap
These niggas be sleepin I told em to nap
Run to the money you know that I get
I up the choppa i shoot at ya fitted
Feel like I'm Kobe this choppa ain't missing
He wanna talk den this choppa gon blitz him
He wanna talk den this choppa gon rip him
She wanna talk but I told her to listen
Pour a 4 in my cup and you know I stay sippin
I got the drip yeah I'm fly like a pigeon
That nigga can't rap lil nigga you mid
You stay in the street we don't know what you did
I ride around wit a glock on my hip
Nigga keep talkin get shot in his lip
She be running her mouth i ain't tellin her shit
He wanna talk he get took off the grid
Why she keep lying never fuck wit that bitch
Imma pull up wit a glock in dis bitch
She trynna fuck never leavin that bitch
I trynna run up the bans til I'm rich
She said that we cool never fucked wit that bitch
Gotta new gun wit a lock on dat bitch
Aint kissin that thot cause she toppin the dick
I went to the store and I got me some ricks
I don't give a fuck yeah fuckin his bitch
I feel like finna hop in a Tonka
She wanna fuck cause black like Obama
Fuckin dat bitch den I'm fuckin her mama
I get da bag den I flip it mhm
She wanna fuck I tell dat how listen mhm
Bitch imma run up my digits mhm
Why is that hoe trynna kick it
ha ha
Yeah
ha ha
Yeah
Ha ha
Yeah
Ha ha
Yeah
Fuckin dat tho I swear she a thot
He trynna run up boy you a bot
Shoot wit da glock he getting popped
Run up on me yo ass getting shot
Walk in the mall and I'm shoppin at saks
I can not fuck wit that bitch she do crack
Niggas wanna test he get hit wit the
Niggas wanna test he get hit wit the pump
He wanna test gotta glock in da trunk
He wanna test he get smoke like some runtz
He wanna test he get smoke like a blunt
Ridin round smokin on gas inna tonk
Niggas be talkin like where is you at
Imma pull up wit a glock in that back
I up the choppa he ran like it track
I up the choppa im wear all black
Run to the bans and my pockets they fat
Niggas be testin imma grippin the gat
He wanna test he get took off the map
Walk in the buildin wit a whole lotta straps
He say he get money I know that he Kap
I ride around wit that glock on my lap
He wanna test we gon shoot through his trap
Around of applause that choppa gon clap
These niggas be sleepin I told em to nap
Run to the money you know that I get
I up the choppa i shoot at ya fitted
Feel like I'm Kobe this choppa ain't missing
He wanna talk den this choppa gon blitz him
He wanna talk den this choppa gon rip him
She wanna talk but I told her to listen
Pour a 4 in my cup and you know I stay sippin
I got the drip yeah I'm fly like a pigeon
That nigga can't rap lil nigga you mid
You stay in the street we don't know what you did
I ride around wit a glock on my hip
Nigga keep talkin get shot in his lip
She be running her mouth i ain't tellin her shit
He wanna talk he get took off the grid
Why she keep lying never fuck wit that bitch
Imma pull up wit a glock in dis bitch
She trynna fuck never leavin that bitch
I trynna run up the bans til I'm rich
She said that we cool never fucked wit that bitch
Gotta new gun wit a lock on dat bitch
Aint kissin that thot cause she toppin the dick
I went to the store and I got me some ricks
I don't give a fuck yeah fuckin his bitch
I feel like finna hop in a Tonka
She wanna fuck cause black like Obama
Fuckin dat bitch den I'm fuckin her mama
I get da bag den I flip it mhm
She wanna fuck I tell dat how listen mhm
Bitch imma run up my digits mhm
Why is that hoe trynna kick it
ha ha
Yeah
ha ha
Yeah
Ha ha
Yeah
Ha ha
Yeah
Fuckin dat tho I swear she a thot
He trynna run up boy you a bot
Shoot wit da glock he getting popped
Run up on me yo ass getting shot
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Writer(s): Tramaine Hannah
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