How
How you buying clones? Bro them shits don't even exist
How I'm shooting fast? Cause my stick got a fully switch
13 Years old, I flipped a zip to a fucking brick
Walking with a pole, got this bitch sitting on my hip
You be smoking bowls, I be smoking Backwoods bitch
Whores tryna line me, so I had to whack this bitch
Extendo with a switch, this a rapid stick
Blue Cartiers' and they match with the fit
Heard he smoking mids, I ain't matching with him
That boy look like a bitch, ain't no savage in him
We break in yo crib, leave yo ass in the den
Shoot at yo car, now that shit got a dent
Sippin' Wockhardt, yeah this shit got me bent
He got left up in his car and got hit up in his head
Can't sleep without my gun, got my Draco in the bed
You be hanging with the snitches, so that's making you a fed
Ya bitch hit me up, she tryna fuck, I'm leaving her on read
Cause that's the first way you get lined
That's how what's his name got his horny ass shot
Aim a bullet at his head, that's the jackpot
How I went from selling gas to selling crack rocks
How that boy end up dead on the black top
How the only time you ever shot, was playing Black Ops
We got RPGS and ARPS, y'all got Glocks
That ain't doin shit to a missile
Put that gun down, that shit look little
Stop switching sides 'fo you die in the middle
This Za got me fried, bitch I'm smoking on Skittles
Fuck you gon' do when ya whole crib shot up
Got the drop on a Opp, he at the Doctors'
Finna kick the fuck out his dumbass face
Just like I was playing soccer
Oh yo bitch holding money for you, I'mma rob her
In high school, you used to get thrown in lockers
You can't buy shit cause yo skinny ass pockets hurt
Turn his tee red like a Houston Rockets shirt
The bitch don't give head, you know I'm blocking her
All the opps' dumbass babies that got dropped at birth
They ain't tryna slide for they mans, they gon' pop a Perc
Better pick up yo gun and go put in some work
Whoever put em in that damn hearse getting murked
I'm in the airport with 3 pounds, fuck a search
Just landed new state, touchdown, imma serve it
Ya mans famous, you a sidekick and a servant
Yo bitch smell like shit, but you posting that she perfect
But you posting that she curvy
Everybody know that the whole team hit
Everybody know that we been so rich bitch
How I'm shooting fast? Cause my stick got a fully switch
13 Years old, I flipped a zip to a fucking brick
Walking with a pole, got this bitch sitting on my hip
You be smoking bowls, I be smoking Backwoods bitch
Whores tryna line me, so I had to whack this bitch
Extendo with a switch, this a rapid stick
Blue Cartiers' and they match with the fit
Heard he smoking mids, I ain't matching with him
That boy look like a bitch, ain't no savage in him
We break in yo crib, leave yo ass in the den
Shoot at yo car, now that shit got a dent
Sippin' Wockhardt, yeah this shit got me bent
He got left up in his car and got hit up in his head
Can't sleep without my gun, got my Draco in the bed
You be hanging with the snitches, so that's making you a fed
Ya bitch hit me up, she tryna fuck, I'm leaving her on read
Cause that's the first way you get lined
That's how what's his name got his horny ass shot
Aim a bullet at his head, that's the jackpot
How I went from selling gas to selling crack rocks
How that boy end up dead on the black top
How the only time you ever shot, was playing Black Ops
We got RPGS and ARPS, y'all got Glocks
That ain't doin shit to a missile
Put that gun down, that shit look little
Stop switching sides 'fo you die in the middle
This Za got me fried, bitch I'm smoking on Skittles
Fuck you gon' do when ya whole crib shot up
Got the drop on a Opp, he at the Doctors'
Finna kick the fuck out his dumbass face
Just like I was playing soccer
Oh yo bitch holding money for you, I'mma rob her
In high school, you used to get thrown in lockers
You can't buy shit cause yo skinny ass pockets hurt
Turn his tee red like a Houston Rockets shirt
The bitch don't give head, you know I'm blocking her
All the opps' dumbass babies that got dropped at birth
They ain't tryna slide for they mans, they gon' pop a Perc
Better pick up yo gun and go put in some work
Whoever put em in that damn hearse getting murked
I'm in the airport with 3 pounds, fuck a search
Just landed new state, touchdown, imma serve it
Ya mans famous, you a sidekick and a servant
Yo bitch smell like shit, but you posting that she perfect
But you posting that she curvy
Everybody know that the whole team hit
Everybody know that we been so rich bitch
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Writer(s): Boj Ack
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