Greeting

Niggas ain't slick, bitch I always peep it
Gotta wave the thot bye cause she geekin'
Lil nigga I'm high like a greeting
I can't feel my face nigga it's the weekend
I'm smokin' on gas you can't get for the low
In the whip with a hoe who take dick in her throat
And I'm grippin the pole
While yo' bitch out her clothes
And she strip on the pole
She was lickin' it slow
But you know how it go
Give her strokes, adios
Gotta go, lot of hoes
Lot of dough, lot of posts on his page
Got him, bro
Got him froze
Bouta roll up, got a lot of dope
We gon' roll up on him, bye lil bro
Sayonara,
Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow
I just need eyes, three guys holdin' up shit like a sign spinner
My niggas in this muthafucka, got 9 with us
Kai get him, hit him in his muthafuckin' spine, liver, head
Five to his head, don't stop firing til' he dead
Gotta get the bread
Gettin' to the five figure bread
Side bitch on read
Had to put my mind to the bread
Ill leave him red
If he even tryin' stop the bread
His mind filled with lead, he can't even deny what he said
Ridin' around crankin', niggas know I gotta shake the dreads

We hit his head
That nigga dead
Hop in the whip and we sped
Oh shit, there go the feds
My drac got a drum, my glock got a leg
Don't repeat what I said, don't say what you saw
I did what I did, that was it, that was all
I whip out iron, problem resolved
That bitch got good brain, lockjaw
Might hit that AK, southpaw
It's gon' check his temp' like Sean Paul
These niggas be cops like Paul Blart
Good gas, got deals like Walmart
That gas gon' smell like straight fart
I was servin' them dippers, that straight drop
These niggas can't wait til' that tape drop
We in yo' hood like Baywatch
I'm gettin' that money like Bae, watch
I'm tryna get a brand new ice watch
That sticky gas taste like butterscotch
That drac' gon make him hopscotch
I turn the beat up, top notch
Oouu I think I see top opp
Them hot shells make his top flop
Keep that backdoor on lock
I got this rap shit on lockdown
He tryin' cook shit, locked him down
Bet that money lock her down
I gotta go up, I remember the downs

Slide with a rifle, we huntin' him down
Muzzle on the dog, it don't make a sound
My junkie tweakin' like he Orlando Brown
Lumberjack with the bricks, I be choppin' it down
My bitch hate me, she tryn' throw in the towel
With the kel tec, I know J really foul
Bro hide the rings, I ain't sayin' the vows
That bitch a penny, she suckin my dick
I can't even lie, she making me proud
They like "What the fuck? Why K Solo so loud?"
They fakin' at the show, I up at the crowd
RiRi for the pack, I'm real Chris Brown
Oh hold up, this yo' bitch
My future so bright I can make Fetty Wap see with both eyes open
Bad bitch with me, and ass & sticks is what she's totin'
His nose in the bag like "What's this potion?"
Caught with the stick, gotta watch what I'm postin'
Quarterback option, that lick in motion
Nigga I'll blam you, I'mma put you in a Bambu
Im on his head like Cantù
Nothin' but racks in my damn shoe
It's really nothing I can't do
Bad lil bitch go to FAMU
Slide with that heater, I'll tan you
Geekin and shit, boy that's something a fan do
Said he want beef, I'll can you
Bitch I ain't Chris Rock
Try to slap me, grab the Smith and I will shoot
Silence the chop, now it sound like a flute
I call her Woody cause she high off the boot
That jay like a Yeezy, it give me a boost
I'm takin' his parents, I do him like Bruce

Niggas ain't slick, bitch I always peep it
Gotta wave the thot bye cause she geekin'
Lil nigga I'm high like a greeting
I can't feel my face nigga it's the weekend
I'm smokin' on gas you can't get for the low
In the whip with a hoe who take dick in her throat
And I'm grippin the pole
While yo' bitch out her clothes
And she strip on the pole
She was lickin' it slow
But you know how it go
Give her strokes, adios
Gotta go, lot of hoes
Lot of dough, lot of posts on his page
Got him, bro
Got him froze
Bouta roll up, got a lot of dope
We gon' roll up on him, bye lil bro
Sayonara
Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow
I just need eyes, three guys holdin' up shit like a sign spinner
My niggas in this muthafucka, got 9 with us
Kai get him, hit him in his muthafuckin' spine, liver, head
Five to his head, don't stop firing til' he dead
Gotta get the bread
Gettin' to the five figure bread
Side bitch on read
Had to put my mind to the bread
Ill leave him red
If he even tryin' stop the bread
His mind filled with lead, he can't even deny what he said
Ridin' around crankin', niggas know I gotta shake the dreads