Shopping Spree
I'm really tryna, hit that
That bitch poppin pussy for a shoppin spree
That bitch poppin pussy for a shoppin spree
You aint spendin more than 10, you cant shop with me
My niggas think you sweet, they plan a robbery
16, 17 keep a Glock with me
These niggas out here look real sweet (sweet, sweet)
You are not just yelling nigga, I got real beef
This choppa done made more beats than Chief Keef
I'm a King but I'm rocking Alexander McQueen
You wouldn't spend over a 100
You don't really like lean (You don't like it)
Tris and some Wock that excite me
This bitch freaky she got some panties that say bite me
But all this money in my pocket, ain't gon like me
All this hate, all this anger, this just how his life be
Look like Doe Boy in these forces and this white tee
All these colors in my chain, like I'm Ice T
Mix the wock with the perc, it's tryna fight me
My bitch want a BBL, think she-
Cartier's on my fucking eyes, nigga I can see
I'm the flyest nigga in the world you gon' ever meet
If I'm tryna stack an M', why the fuck you think I need sleep?
Stop making all that noise 'cause that choppa put that boy to sleep
This SRT is spinnin', I'm in Atlanta lookin' for a happy ending
You know why I love women, yuh, until they start bitching
'Til they start telling their feelings
I got my nigga with me third wheeling
The way that I'm taking care of my niggas
The same way I'm taking care of my children
Man you tryna save that bitch, I'm tryna save up a million
I need a scientist bitch, while I'm hot, she calling me brilliant
I hate when I got no lean 'cause my body get to itchin'
You know I'm a fiend for them licks, I get to trippin'
I was robbing anybody, I ain't care 'bout no attention
Was robbing anybody, didn't care 'bout nobody spinnin'
I'm in love with Christmas, but I'm on the block grinchin'
You a little fucking minion, sit back and count up my spinach
Military sticks, I ain't nothing but a lieutenant
And I like foreign whips, ain't none of these shits be rented
Told the police I'mma be good, I ain't tryna finish no sentence
Hit me with probation, man I swear those crackers trippin'
Catching niggas acting bad, yeah, they do that for a living
I really do not get it, that cannot get my attention
You want respect with that badge, nigga, I don't respect no snitchin'
These police officers is equivalent to women
That bitch poppin pussy for a shoppin spree
That bitch poppin pussy for a shoppin spree
You aint spendin more than 10, you cant shop with me
My niggas think you sweet, they plan a robbery
16, 17 keep a Glock with me
These niggas out here look real sweet (sweet, sweet)
You are not just yelling nigga, I got real beef
This choppa done made more beats than Chief Keef
I'm a King but I'm rocking Alexander McQueen
You wouldn't spend over a 100
You don't really like lean (You don't like it)
Tris and some Wock that excite me
This bitch freaky she got some panties that say bite me
But all this money in my pocket, ain't gon like me
All this hate, all this anger, this just how his life be
Look like Doe Boy in these forces and this white tee
All these colors in my chain, like I'm Ice T
Mix the wock with the perc, it's tryna fight me
My bitch want a BBL, think she-
Cartier's on my fucking eyes, nigga I can see
I'm the flyest nigga in the world you gon' ever meet
If I'm tryna stack an M', why the fuck you think I need sleep?
Stop making all that noise 'cause that choppa put that boy to sleep
This SRT is spinnin', I'm in Atlanta lookin' for a happy ending
You know why I love women, yuh, until they start bitching
'Til they start telling their feelings
I got my nigga with me third wheeling
The way that I'm taking care of my niggas
The same way I'm taking care of my children
Man you tryna save that bitch, I'm tryna save up a million
I need a scientist bitch, while I'm hot, she calling me brilliant
I hate when I got no lean 'cause my body get to itchin'
You know I'm a fiend for them licks, I get to trippin'
I was robbing anybody, I ain't care 'bout no attention
Was robbing anybody, didn't care 'bout nobody spinnin'
I'm in love with Christmas, but I'm on the block grinchin'
You a little fucking minion, sit back and count up my spinach
Military sticks, I ain't nothing but a lieutenant
And I like foreign whips, ain't none of these shits be rented
Told the police I'mma be good, I ain't tryna finish no sentence
Hit me with probation, man I swear those crackers trippin'
Catching niggas acting bad, yeah, they do that for a living
I really do not get it, that cannot get my attention
You want respect with that badge, nigga, I don't respect no snitchin'
These police officers is equivalent to women
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Writer(s): Duwap Kaine
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