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(Thanks Yakree)
Put yo' gloves on nigga
Bankz just called, i got that low
Man that get be so surreal
I can't believe we finna score
Phone ringin' and it's her
She like "come open the door"
My bitch just got me a drop
I eat that pussy if we score
She like "you could box 'em in he ain't back in" I'm like fasho
Grab the Drac' and my FN, Kiss the forehead, and hit the door
Man i hope this bitch ain't playin' cuz if she is She gotta go
Call up bro and tell 'em watch the spot, don't let her doubt the dough
Now we on his fuckin' street, ha
He got his ass out
50k, Big bag head we finna cash out
Catch a opp in public, he act tough, and ima crash out
Hop out on 'em blat, blat, boom! where he at now?
We gon' step on every opp
That's why you can't trust the bop
You think that that bitch yours, She come back and give me drops
Four niggas in the four door, Every shooter got a chop
Penetrate, can't get away, .762 make his body lock
They like how i did that
Push a nigga way back
If he on that— block
He gon' be a— pack
I still smoke on dead opps
Bibby, dope the biz at
You heard what i fuckin' said
Nigga this that Bibby pack
Ballin' like i'm TreyHD
I know my opps hate me
Bitch i'm still smokin' Teki
And i'm smokin' KP
I want all 'em niggas dead
Tell them crack his frefe
We gon' fuckin' kill his ass
Put his ass where he supposed to be
Put yo' gloves on nigga
Bankz just called, i got that low
Man that get be so surreal
I can't believe we finna score
Phone ringin' and it's her
She like "come open the door"
My bitch just got me a drop
I eat that pussy if we score
She like "you could box 'em in he ain't back in" I'm like fasho
Grab the Drac' and my FN, Kiss the forehead, and hit the door
Man i hope this bitch ain't playin' cuz if she is She gotta go
Call up bro and tell 'em watch the spot, don't let her doubt the dough
Now we on his fuckin' street, ha
He got his ass out
50k, Big bag head we finna cash out
Catch a opp in public, he act tough, and ima crash out
Hop out on 'em blat, blat, boom! where he at now?
We gon' step on every opp
That's why you can't trust the bop
You think that that bitch yours, She come back and give me drops
Four niggas in the four door, Every shooter got a chop
Penetrate, can't get away, .762 make his body lock
They like how i did that
Push a nigga way back
If he on that— block
He gon' be a— pack
I still smoke on dead opps
Bibby, dope the biz at
You heard what i fuckin' said
Nigga this that Bibby pack
Ballin' like i'm TreyHD
I know my opps hate me
Bitch i'm still smokin' Teki
And i'm smokin' KP
I want all 'em niggas dead
Tell them crack his frefe
We gon' fuckin' kill his ass
Put his ass where he supposed to be
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Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Jack Richard Thierer, Levin Buhtz
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