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Yeah I'm good wit my hands
Yeah I be good wit the pots
Ouuh I'm sipping on woc
Yeah I'm not sipping ciroc
Ouuh nice with the glock
I swing that bitch like a mop
Woah these niggas telling
These niggas running to cops
Skrrrt I'm bout to tear up the lot
Going to fast I can't stop
I'm bout to pour up some drop yeah
I'm bout to pour up some drop
We got this rap shit on lock yeah
We got this rap shit on lock
They askin questions I don't tell them what I seen or saw
Yeah he talk to much
We gon swing around and knock 'em off
Aye we had to do it
He be telling what he seen and saw
Yeah walk up music
Ima swing that stick like playing golf
Yeah rockstar music
Ima swing that stick like a guitar
Ouhh beat the pussy
Ima beat that shit like maaly raw
Screaming fuck school
I wasn't learning shit out that McGraw
Went to money school
I learned how to get em in and get em off yea
I learned how to pick em up and drop em off yea
Single barrel double glock tripple cross yea
Move with steppers they got cars rather walk yea
She pulling up gimme top don't wanna talk yea
They not pulling up they all bark they just talk yea
They just all bark wit no bite
I pulled up to rich mob records wit a pipe
Behind the wall he turn extended magazines to knife
Gv just a label don't know how he lost his life
We was broke as fuck yeah eating nun but beans and rice
I'ma give her millions for my moma sacrifice
Ima take a risk lil nigga ima roll the dice
Ima influence lil bitch I can change your life
Niggas ain't got morals no more quick to testify
I came out the trenches where you taught to tote a fye
If I buss that bitch they gone be singing lullabies
I be in the studio and I be getting high
Yeah I'm good with my hands
Yeah I be good with the pots
Ouuh I'm sipping on woc
Yeah I'm not sipping ciroc
Ouuh nice with the glock
I swing that bitch like a mop
Woah these niggas telling
These niggas running to cops
Skrrrt I'm bout to tear up the lot
Going to fast I can't stop
I'm bout to pour up some drop yeah
I'm bout to pour up some drop
We got this rap shit on lock yeah
We got this rap shit on lock
They askin questions I don't tell em what I seen or saw
Yeah I be good wit the pots
Ouuh I'm sipping on woc
Yeah I'm not sipping ciroc
Ouuh nice with the glock
I swing that bitch like a mop
Woah these niggas telling
These niggas running to cops
Skrrrt I'm bout to tear up the lot
Going to fast I can't stop
I'm bout to pour up some drop yeah
I'm bout to pour up some drop
We got this rap shit on lock yeah
We got this rap shit on lock
They askin questions I don't tell them what I seen or saw
Yeah he talk to much
We gon swing around and knock 'em off
Aye we had to do it
He be telling what he seen and saw
Yeah walk up music
Ima swing that stick like playing golf
Yeah rockstar music
Ima swing that stick like a guitar
Ouhh beat the pussy
Ima beat that shit like maaly raw
Screaming fuck school
I wasn't learning shit out that McGraw
Went to money school
I learned how to get em in and get em off yea
I learned how to pick em up and drop em off yea
Single barrel double glock tripple cross yea
Move with steppers they got cars rather walk yea
She pulling up gimme top don't wanna talk yea
They not pulling up they all bark they just talk yea
They just all bark wit no bite
I pulled up to rich mob records wit a pipe
Behind the wall he turn extended magazines to knife
Gv just a label don't know how he lost his life
We was broke as fuck yeah eating nun but beans and rice
I'ma give her millions for my moma sacrifice
Ima take a risk lil nigga ima roll the dice
Ima influence lil bitch I can change your life
Niggas ain't got morals no more quick to testify
I came out the trenches where you taught to tote a fye
If I buss that bitch they gone be singing lullabies
I be in the studio and I be getting high
Yeah I'm good with my hands
Yeah I be good with the pots
Ouuh I'm sipping on woc
Yeah I'm not sipping ciroc
Ouuh nice with the glock
I swing that bitch like a mop
Woah these niggas telling
These niggas running to cops
Skrrrt I'm bout to tear up the lot
Going to fast I can't stop
I'm bout to pour up some drop yeah
I'm bout to pour up some drop
We got this rap shit on lock yeah
We got this rap shit on lock
They askin questions I don't tell em what I seen or saw
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Writer(s): Kaleb Alexander
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