G8
(Ou)
I smoke a blunt
Don't pop no perky
No I don't got time I'm always working
(Late) Late night in the stu we working
I talk to the money I'm always flirting
You a lame ass bum yeah that shit irk me
On to the next that bitch she slurp me
On to the next that bitch can't hurt me
(Girl) Girl you must be tweakin
The gas that I smoke its reekin
Aye this bitch I'm fuckin she screamin
Aye gunshots got my ears ringin (Ringin)
That's the sound of the drum
Shawty you know I ain't no bum
When I make music I have fun (Fun)
Link up wit my botos
Then we go and eat some tacos
Then we go and find some thot hoes
Then we whip out Monte Carlo
And my homie got me right
And my homie got good drugs
And my bitch give me good love
But your girl don't give you hugs
Aye I'm flyin like a dove
The cop off-white
The drip alright
The cash alright (The cash okay)
That beamer nice but that G8
Its nicer
Yo man he don't know cars
We call his ass a ricer
I pull up to the stu I'm not a
Reader or a writer
I bought a new gun from the store the barrel long just like a sniper
I see yo wifey leave her lone you leave her lone I might just wife her
Nah fuck that I won't wife her
But I might just pipe her
I smoke a blunt
Don't pop no perky
No I don't got time I'm always working
(Late) Late night in the stu we working
I talk to the money I'm always flirting
You a lame ass bum yeah that shit irk me
On to the next that bitch she slurp me
On to the next that bitch can't hurt me
(Girl) Girl you must be tweakin
The gas that I smoke its reekin
Aye this bitch I'm fuckin she screamin
Aye gunshots got my ears ringin (Ringin)
That's the sound of the drum
Shawty you know I ain't no bum
When I make music I have fun (Fun)
Link up wit my botos
Then we go and eat some tacos
Then we go and find some thot hoes
Then we whip out Monte Carlo
And my homie got me right
And my homie got good drugs
And my bitch give me good love
But your girl don't give you hugs
Aye I'm flyin like a dove
The cop off-white
The drip alright
The cash alright (The cash okay)
That beamer nice but that G8
Its nicer
Yo man he don't know cars
We call his ass a ricer
I pull up to the stu I'm not a
Reader or a writer
I bought a new gun from the store the barrel long just like a sniper
I see yo wifey leave her lone you leave her lone I might just wife her
Nah fuck that I won't wife her
But I might just pipe her
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Orleans
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