Army Veteran
It's a hundred for the dog like we work with Cruella
Bought my first sixteen I can't lie at a Quinceanera
Nigga up from cookin soda balls now he got a seven
Yo freak got mean head when she done she gone need excedrin
I might count some churches chicken Talking to the reverend
Free my nigga Gizzle a bg he a living Legend
I was stuffin denims in 09 if I must address 'em
This sauce cost a arm and a leg like a army veteran
Fuck yo nigga he a hamburger
Lil' baby she a real eater got my man's gerberd
Gave a quarterback from jumpin Charges he Justin Herbert
I been rappin up every year nigga Uncle murder
I been hittin cookie out the p like I Know Taraji
Tryna build a empire, then sit wit Ghazi
Die behind these street politics like They did Gaddafi
Came from puttin cannons n they face Like the paparazzi
We some real hand to hand fein gods
I Sold Muhammad them bean pies
For them racks we go v live
They brought the porters to the park They left it a clean slide, yea
Five One Seven I don't know how to count
Y'all been needin niggas on god like I Came in a crouch
When yo auntie pinch yo dope that Shit come with a ouch
Rest in peace Monquine baby let me Sleep on her couch
I dodge forty-five years but they gave it to Ralph
Art died pitching dope he got shot on The mount
Have a shootout wit my thug turn the Club to a lounge
Ran a wildcat with the soda Karl Anthony towns
Dope trapped in the closet nigga R Kellz
Fuck the oop forgot how to shot it niggas Markell
City put a tag on my window but it Ain't no car sell
I weighted up a half at the club then we had to barbell
We only got wholes an that's Conglomerate
How you surprised they got off that's Not astonishment
He was too shy wit the paper knocked Out his common sense
An they ain't hikin up north threw thru his momma tint
It's a hundred for the dog like we work with Cruella
Bought my first sixteen I can't lie at a Quinceanera
Nigga up from cookin soda balls now he got a seven
Yo freak got mean head when she done she gone need excedrin
I might count some churches chicken Talking to the reverend
Free my nigga Gizzle a bg he a living Legend
I was stuffin denims in 09 if I must address 'em
This sauce cost a arm and a leg like a army veteran
Bought my first sixteen I can't lie at a Quinceanera
Nigga up from cookin soda balls now he got a seven
Yo freak got mean head when she done she gone need excedrin
I might count some churches chicken Talking to the reverend
Free my nigga Gizzle a bg he a living Legend
I was stuffin denims in 09 if I must address 'em
This sauce cost a arm and a leg like a army veteran
Fuck yo nigga he a hamburger
Lil' baby she a real eater got my man's gerberd
Gave a quarterback from jumpin Charges he Justin Herbert
I been rappin up every year nigga Uncle murder
I been hittin cookie out the p like I Know Taraji
Tryna build a empire, then sit wit Ghazi
Die behind these street politics like They did Gaddafi
Came from puttin cannons n they face Like the paparazzi
We some real hand to hand fein gods
I Sold Muhammad them bean pies
For them racks we go v live
They brought the porters to the park They left it a clean slide, yea
Five One Seven I don't know how to count
Y'all been needin niggas on god like I Came in a crouch
When yo auntie pinch yo dope that Shit come with a ouch
Rest in peace Monquine baby let me Sleep on her couch
I dodge forty-five years but they gave it to Ralph
Art died pitching dope he got shot on The mount
Have a shootout wit my thug turn the Club to a lounge
Ran a wildcat with the soda Karl Anthony towns
Dope trapped in the closet nigga R Kellz
Fuck the oop forgot how to shot it niggas Markell
City put a tag on my window but it Ain't no car sell
I weighted up a half at the club then we had to barbell
We only got wholes an that's Conglomerate
How you surprised they got off that's Not astonishment
He was too shy wit the paper knocked Out his common sense
An they ain't hikin up north threw thru his momma tint
It's a hundred for the dog like we work with Cruella
Bought my first sixteen I can't lie at a Quinceanera
Nigga up from cookin soda balls now he got a seven
Yo freak got mean head when she done she gone need excedrin
I might count some churches chicken Talking to the reverend
Free my nigga Gizzle a bg he a living Legend
I was stuffin denims in 09 if I must address 'em
This sauce cost a arm and a leg like a army veteran
Credits
Writer(s): Shelton Coats
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