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I'm riding downtown
Bout to make y'all niggas frown
Give my girl the crown
Y'all niggas some clowns
I'm wit yo girl
She making my toes curl
Shoot that nigga make him twirl ah ah ah ah ah ah
Shoot that nigga wit the glock
Hit my diddy bop
Bet them niggas call the cops
Oops i mean the bops
Finna go call my pops
Told that girl to kick them rocks
Cause she rocking wit the opps

Hold on i'm bout to kill this beat
Yo girl a freaky freak
You still beat yo meat
Told her make me skeet
All on my sheets
Hold on
Told em i was too hard
Told em i got bars
Told em i was going far
Plus i'm stealing yo card
Making niggas fart
When i pull out that 9
I'm still feeling fine
Niggas know i can grind

They know i can rhyme
And yo girl gonna ride for the team
I got a red beam
Gotta get this money you know green bean
Hit it from the back you know i broke her spleen
Shoot that nigga make his body lean
Alright i'm done

I'm still working i can't have fun
Can't ride wit me if you don't got a gun
Bet when i pull up with the heat niggas gon run
I know that you love me baby don't try to front
Just shut up and roll me a blunt
That nigga ran up on me don't try to confront
Nigga.
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh



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Writer(s): Michael Chaney
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