I Like It
Ooh, MP
Lollypop
Yeah, soon as we catch a opp, it ain't no time to talk, it's only poppin'
I ain't begging no bitch to stay, ho you can leave, bitch, I got options
Every day she trippin' on Scoom, she arguin' 'bout nothing, my lil' bitch toxic
And every day I'm sippin' this Wock' and poppin' these Percs, 'til I feel nauseous
Dissin' Scoom, we the first to hit yo' block wit' Glocks and choppas
You can't test none of my niggas, just like a Pepsi, they'll pop you
Niggas all in my DM, they sending threats, I ain't bothered
Hit his block with Vs, we throwin' out the F&Ns and Chargers
And if you want the smoke, we puttin' belt on ass like we they father
Yeah, all you niggas broke, yo' broke ass down bad, you tryna borrow
Get my feelings hurt today, won't give a fuck about it tomorrow
Now, I'on' play about my brothers, you mention foe'nem, catch a hollow
My bitch a vet at eating dick, don't spit it up, she always swallow
I'm surrounded by all these killers, for all us to slide, we need a Tahoe
My squad trust me with the burner in crunch time, just like I'm Michael
Only time ain't fucking yo' hoe is if she pull up on her cycle
Pledge of Allegiance to my brothers, rule number one, don't do no wifing
Pledge of Allegiance to this Glock, if it's on my side, ain't doing no fighting
I like ho's who like to fuck, bad as hell, thick, and trifling
And the way I pin her up, she say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
She say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
And the way I pin her-, she say, "Slick, that's just how I-"
And the way I pin her-, she say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
And the way I pin her-, she say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
Just drove thirty minutes to pick yo' lil' ho up, to pin her down
They wasn' on they block at eight, so at like ten, spin back around
Opps ain't do shit to my niggas, we backdoor K, that shit don't count
GDK, for all them niggas and renegades, we blick 'em down
Dissin' Craig, we the first to be at yo' door, that's how we play it
Niggas dissin', fake-ass tension, you want smoke, nigga, just say it
Switch his ass with this 19, got hit in his leg, chest, and head
And if you ever diss one of my brothers, no offense, I want you dead
We'll hit a nigga block and act retarded, special-ed
Got a bad bitch named Jazmine, she tatted up, thick and red
MAF, Scoom Gang, to my fuckin' death bed
Treat this shit like Simon Says, make yo' bitch do as I says, nigga
Yeah
Lollypop
Yeah, soon as we catch a opp, it ain't no time to talk, it's only poppin'
I ain't begging no bitch to stay, ho you can leave, bitch, I got options
Every day she trippin' on Scoom, she arguin' 'bout nothing, my lil' bitch toxic
And every day I'm sippin' this Wock' and poppin' these Percs, 'til I feel nauseous
Dissin' Scoom, we the first to hit yo' block wit' Glocks and choppas
You can't test none of my niggas, just like a Pepsi, they'll pop you
Niggas all in my DM, they sending threats, I ain't bothered
Hit his block with Vs, we throwin' out the F&Ns and Chargers
And if you want the smoke, we puttin' belt on ass like we they father
Yeah, all you niggas broke, yo' broke ass down bad, you tryna borrow
Get my feelings hurt today, won't give a fuck about it tomorrow
Now, I'on' play about my brothers, you mention foe'nem, catch a hollow
My bitch a vet at eating dick, don't spit it up, she always swallow
I'm surrounded by all these killers, for all us to slide, we need a Tahoe
My squad trust me with the burner in crunch time, just like I'm Michael
Only time ain't fucking yo' hoe is if she pull up on her cycle
Pledge of Allegiance to my brothers, rule number one, don't do no wifing
Pledge of Allegiance to this Glock, if it's on my side, ain't doing no fighting
I like ho's who like to fuck, bad as hell, thick, and trifling
And the way I pin her up, she say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
She say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
And the way I pin her-, she say, "Slick, that's just how I-"
And the way I pin her-, she say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
And the way I pin her-, she say, "Slick, that's just how I like it"
Just drove thirty minutes to pick yo' lil' ho up, to pin her down
They wasn' on they block at eight, so at like ten, spin back around
Opps ain't do shit to my niggas, we backdoor K, that shit don't count
GDK, for all them niggas and renegades, we blick 'em down
Dissin' Craig, we the first to be at yo' door, that's how we play it
Niggas dissin', fake-ass tension, you want smoke, nigga, just say it
Switch his ass with this 19, got hit in his leg, chest, and head
And if you ever diss one of my brothers, no offense, I want you dead
We'll hit a nigga block and act retarded, special-ed
Got a bad bitch named Jazmine, she tatted up, thick and red
MAF, Scoom Gang, to my fuckin' death bed
Treat this shit like Simon Says, make yo' bitch do as I says, nigga
Yeah
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