Audemar Piguet
Can't pop my shit enough
I want new audermar piguet
Every other day another opp get stretched
If my team can't eat ain't no way I should flex
I be thinking bout billions while getting her neck
All I know is the block I come straight out the jets
GG and G only thang that I rep
It's forever TBLACK so it's off with his neck
Can't fold or fumble
If you wasted my time then it's nothing
I had told her I'm done I was fronting
Gone run up that bag
Chase it Monday to Sunday
Don't even go to preliminaries because the prosecutors want my brother to plummet
I go to sleep with that cutter
1000 dollar jeans I remember we had nothing
Cause just last year we ain't have shit Now we pop out living lavish for our grandkids
If that opp making you made go get back on his ass then
Like BOOM BOOM BOOM
Get on his ass make sure that all his mans see it (BOOM BOOM BOOM)
I had to boss up to go & get it
I had to show the trenches I was with em
I know uncle with I can feel it
I hear the dead everytime rip it
Pray for the junkies our bidness within em
Married to money, the hustle, and spittin
Never leave my brother
My Glock for the tension
If sin again I know God want miss me
Yeah yea yea yea yeah
I'm trying to send me a opp to the moon
Shot from the 3 just for one
Get in my groove
She want Amiri and Louis Vuitton
I am the trenches I speak for the slums
Don't waste my time with these bitches they dumb
Can't pop my shit enough
I want new audermar piguet
Every other day another opp get stretched
If my team can't eat ain't no way I should flex
I be thinking bout billions while getting her neck
All I know is the block I come straight out the jets
GG and G only thang that I rep
It's forever TBLACK so it's off with his neck
Can't fold or fumble
If you wasted my time then it's nothing
I had told her I'm done I was fronting
Gone run up that bag
Chase it Monday to Sunday
Don't even go to preliminaries because the prosecutors want my brother to plummet
I go to sleep with that cutter
1000 dollar jeans I remember we had nothing
GLRRAH
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Yeah
Who niggas really be thinking they is, they know they ain't topping that gang
Bitch got the nerve to say a few words redundant I'm bussing his brains
I can not live with fear
My vision clear
You're done if you step out cha lane
I miss my nigga Kier because shit getting weird
Her baby going out with a bang
If I shoot my shot on your bitch I go ludicrous (I can't miss her)
Dex been out his top pop my shit I ain't new to this
Hop outta whips with drums and sticks
5 know I come out the bricks
I- I want indulge in shit
Why? Because I got too many jits
Got too many sons these niggas ain't dumb they know I'm the Don
Forever gone win
If I say it's war them Guapstas gone spin
Gone blow up your block and keep sending them in
I'm just a nigga that never had shit so I'm poppin' my shit free gang out that pen
Aye DA on his dick
Tell that bitch get off his shit
I am D E X P A Y N E bitch im next
I put on my Tec bullets hit his body rip his flesh
"Oh My God" shit getting kind of odd
Think he from Islam the way that beam between his eyes
Swear to God, I'm gone go and get it
I be riding through my city with a couple bad bitches
Niggas knowing that I'm litty
I'm just freestyling of the dome in here
Bitch won't even go home in here
I gave her that pole
I know the reaper I speak to him freely
I lived a life of sin
He was my dawg I gave him some water
Then, he tried to bite my hand
Aye cheese head salsa con queso I get mean bread
Pastor pray for me because they know a nigga seem dead
I want new audermar piguet
Every other day another opp get stretched
If my team can't eat ain't no way I should flex
I be thinking bout billions while getting her neck
All I know is the block I come straight out the jets
GG and G only thang that I rep
It's forever TBLACK so it's off with his neck
Can't fold or fumble
If you wasted my time then it's nothing
I had told her I'm done I was fronting
Gone run up that bag
Chase it Monday to Sunday
Don't even go to preliminaries because the prosecutors want my brother to plummet
I go to sleep with that cutter
1000 dollar jeans I remember we had nothing
Cause just last year we ain't have shit Now we pop out living lavish for our grandkids
If that opp making you made go get back on his ass then
Like BOOM BOOM BOOM
Get on his ass make sure that all his mans see it (BOOM BOOM BOOM)
I had to boss up to go & get it
I had to show the trenches I was with em
I know uncle with I can feel it
I hear the dead everytime rip it
Pray for the junkies our bidness within em
Married to money, the hustle, and spittin
Never leave my brother
My Glock for the tension
If sin again I know God want miss me
Yeah yea yea yea yeah
I'm trying to send me a opp to the moon
Shot from the 3 just for one
Get in my groove
She want Amiri and Louis Vuitton
I am the trenches I speak for the slums
Don't waste my time with these bitches they dumb
Can't pop my shit enough
I want new audermar piguet
Every other day another opp get stretched
If my team can't eat ain't no way I should flex
I be thinking bout billions while getting her neck
All I know is the block I come straight out the jets
GG and G only thang that I rep
It's forever TBLACK so it's off with his neck
Can't fold or fumble
If you wasted my time then it's nothing
I had told her I'm done I was fronting
Gone run up that bag
Chase it Monday to Sunday
Don't even go to preliminaries because the prosecutors want my brother to plummet
I go to sleep with that cutter
1000 dollar jeans I remember we had nothing
GLRRAH
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Yeah
Who niggas really be thinking they is, they know they ain't topping that gang
Bitch got the nerve to say a few words redundant I'm bussing his brains
I can not live with fear
My vision clear
You're done if you step out cha lane
I miss my nigga Kier because shit getting weird
Her baby going out with a bang
If I shoot my shot on your bitch I go ludicrous (I can't miss her)
Dex been out his top pop my shit I ain't new to this
Hop outta whips with drums and sticks
5 know I come out the bricks
I- I want indulge in shit
Why? Because I got too many jits
Got too many sons these niggas ain't dumb they know I'm the Don
Forever gone win
If I say it's war them Guapstas gone spin
Gone blow up your block and keep sending them in
I'm just a nigga that never had shit so I'm poppin' my shit free gang out that pen
Aye DA on his dick
Tell that bitch get off his shit
I am D E X P A Y N E bitch im next
I put on my Tec bullets hit his body rip his flesh
"Oh My God" shit getting kind of odd
Think he from Islam the way that beam between his eyes
Swear to God, I'm gone go and get it
I be riding through my city with a couple bad bitches
Niggas knowing that I'm litty
I'm just freestyling of the dome in here
Bitch won't even go home in here
I gave her that pole
I know the reaper I speak to him freely
I lived a life of sin
He was my dawg I gave him some water
Then, he tried to bite my hand
Aye cheese head salsa con queso I get mean bread
Pastor pray for me because they know a nigga seem dead
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Writer(s): Dexter Mitchell Jr
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