2 Hundred Dollar Socks

I just wanted to be the brick man lil bro was the hit man
Put the 36 to his top and the shit Jammed
I can't explain how the shit looked if they catch P I get the the big book

Still haven't got my paper for the risk took
I talk shit on a beat lil bitch I don't make hooks

(Mhm) IMMA GET WITCHA

I treat the bitch like a sent picture
Did you get the gift you trick Nigga it was either this or fent Nigga
Boy imma PIMP NIGGA

Bitches in danger don't be a stranger Two hundred dollar socks 1 Hanger
You looking at your Nigga I'm nothing like Em
They checking out the P they gone bite Em

Me and this bitch is not a item
Yea I'm with the trump over Biden
Japan drip I'm buying had the handicap bitch with the scion
Reckless eyeballing is a fine
Bitches mommas on me tell me I'm Fine
Pimping over seas I got me feet up
I just pop my shit and let Em eat up

Let me take my time
I pay attention to the signs
I pay attention to the pape
Paid 22 for the plate charge Em 38
I am not a saint but I got money for these sins put bitch
I just want some ends and a mother fucking benz
Mother fuck a friend poochi polo imma tuck it in hit the bitch
Once I won't fuck again can't sign shit
I won't touch money in the wall ash the evil twin touch lil P bitch
It's a honor I know him he gone have a roster real rolling stone
Like his fucking father I left Em hood game continue this saga



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Writer(s): Christopher Golson
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