Don't Tote That

Nigga don't tote that blick if you won't bust it
My niggas shoot niggas for nothing
Pop me a perc in this bitch now I'm bussin
Double the cup this ain't no robotussin
I drink Henny
Toting Shelly
I don't got it
Poking bellies
I'm with Zetti
Whatchu need baby hit up his celly
We got pounds of the weed
Got plenty
Got quarters
Got 8ths
Got Pennie's

Got me a holster that strap on my belly
Niggas be hoes and these niggas be jelly

Uh

I'm official
Since a youngin been toting a pistol
I was booling with Ricky on Brystal
Caught me some juxes went up for a little

I was on the island with Brazo and Nana
Contraband ID
Smoking the Zaza

Pass the 11
Catch me opp if he come in the crib then we running him down
and you know ima get him

Ima stepper
On another level
See the ice in the watch on the bezel
Ima champion you see the medal
Hit the gas got my food on the pedal

Feddachini
Never miss ima spin like a cd
Make it hot like the tip of a tiki
On my dick these lil niggas want be me
They could never
Should've told em don't fuck the Fedda
I be with it wherever whenever
Smoking on dummy but I'm moving clever
Put the knife to his neck and sever



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Writer(s): Shakiyl Samuel
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