Movie (feat. Richy Samo)
Thank You Fizzle
Hold up
Ayy, big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Yeah)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
I just want the bread
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
(Yeah, huh? Shit)
Big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Ayy)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
(Shit Call Of Duty)
I just want the bread (Huh?)
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
Everyday, I wake up, take a risk
100 Thousand on my neck
50 Thousand on my wrist
And I ran out of cream soda
Mixed it with the Brisk
Had to bust down my knuckles
'Cause there's scars on that shit
And the F&N plastic like a fuckin' joystick
Kicked the bitch out the whip
'Cause she smelled like shit
12 Hundred dollars, yeah
What I spent on the fit
Got rips in my jeans
And these bitches cost a grip
Got pearl on my watch
And pearl on my grip
Man, your bitch need a babysitter so I can hit?
And I had to fuck the bitch
Just so I can use her whip
And I'm still rockin' Gucci even though they racist
I'm still out on bail
But I'm still catchin' cases
I took a sip, that ain't it
I got the stainless
Who the fuck are you, nigga?
I think that he nameless
She gave me brain, she brainless
Where your chain? You chainless
I'm poppin' all these pints
A nigga bricked and famous
Don't forget your payment
Don't make a statement
I heard that boy snitchin'
We call him an agent
The AK's in the basement
The shells is in the kitchen
I'm talkin' about heat
When I don't think you need a mitten
I'm 'bout to kill a rat
And no I didn't use a kitten
Ayy, big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Yeah)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
I just want the bread
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
(Yeah, huh? Shit)
Big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Ayy)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
(Shit Call Of Duty)
I just want the bread (Huh?)
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
Richie hit your block (Richie)
While I hit your baby mama (Pow, pow)
Spin the pussy (Spin it) call me DJ Drama (DJ)
I talked to Floyd, he said he wanna be Gucci Gang (Gang)
I said yes (Yes) and I gave him a Gucci Gang chain (Gucci Gang)
Who sip more drank? (Who?) Me or Wayne? (Me)
Where you livin'? (Wait) I live in BOA (Woo)
But I keep my trap money in a Chase Bank (Bank)
Bitch, I'm geeked (Geeked) Johnny Dang (Dang)
I don't wanna wife you up if I can't bust in your face (Uh-huh?)
Let me marry you (Huh?)
Hold my guns and my drank (My drank)
I poured an 8 in a 2 for my breakfast (Pour it up)
I'm poppin' Teslas (Teslas) while I'm drivin' on a Tesla
Ayy, big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Yeah)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
I just want the bread
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
(Yeah, huh? Shit)
Big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Ayy)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
(Shit Call Of Duty)
I just want the bread (Huh?)
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
Hold up
Ayy, big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Yeah)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
I just want the bread
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
(Yeah, huh? Shit)
Big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Ayy)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
(Shit Call Of Duty)
I just want the bread (Huh?)
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
Everyday, I wake up, take a risk
100 Thousand on my neck
50 Thousand on my wrist
And I ran out of cream soda
Mixed it with the Brisk
Had to bust down my knuckles
'Cause there's scars on that shit
And the F&N plastic like a fuckin' joystick
Kicked the bitch out the whip
'Cause she smelled like shit
12 Hundred dollars, yeah
What I spent on the fit
Got rips in my jeans
And these bitches cost a grip
Got pearl on my watch
And pearl on my grip
Man, your bitch need a babysitter so I can hit?
And I had to fuck the bitch
Just so I can use her whip
And I'm still rockin' Gucci even though they racist
I'm still out on bail
But I'm still catchin' cases
I took a sip, that ain't it
I got the stainless
Who the fuck are you, nigga?
I think that he nameless
She gave me brain, she brainless
Where your chain? You chainless
I'm poppin' all these pints
A nigga bricked and famous
Don't forget your payment
Don't make a statement
I heard that boy snitchin'
We call him an agent
The AK's in the basement
The shells is in the kitchen
I'm talkin' about heat
When I don't think you need a mitten
I'm 'bout to kill a rat
And no I didn't use a kitten
Ayy, big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Yeah)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
I just want the bread
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
(Yeah, huh? Shit)
Big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Ayy)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
(Shit Call Of Duty)
I just want the bread (Huh?)
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
Richie hit your block (Richie)
While I hit your baby mama (Pow, pow)
Spin the pussy (Spin it) call me DJ Drama (DJ)
I talked to Floyd, he said he wanna be Gucci Gang (Gang)
I said yes (Yes) and I gave him a Gucci Gang chain (Gucci Gang)
Who sip more drank? (Who?) Me or Wayne? (Me)
Where you livin'? (Wait) I live in BOA (Woo)
But I keep my trap money in a Chase Bank (Bank)
Bitch, I'm geeked (Geeked) Johnny Dang (Dang)
I don't wanna wife you up if I can't bust in your face (Uh-huh?)
Let me marry you (Huh?)
Hold my guns and my drank (My drank)
I poured an 8 in a 2 for my breakfast (Pour it up)
I'm poppin' Teslas (Teslas) while I'm drivin' on a Tesla
Ayy, big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Yeah)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
I just want the bread
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
(Yeah, huh? Shit)
Big blue faces
I just f*** with the hooch
AK-four-seven (Ayy)
Shit Call Of Duty, yeah
(Shit Call Of Duty)
I just want the bread (Huh?)
Don't give no fuck about no groupie hoe
My niggas hit your block
Turn your hood into a movie
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