Switchin States
Mr get a bag back in i'm my Fucking Mode part two
Why ya mad i'm selling ps i'm Going state to state
I'm trying to go to cali cop some Bowls and get paid
I was about to fuck this bitch then She told me wait
She a goofy ass hoe you know i'm Getting pape
This a vector with the strap four Five on my waist
Out here moving crazy told my Mom i hope she pray
I love my main bitch but all my Hoes know they place
I ain't say a word i played my part And beat my case
The dzz always on some weird shit They fucking with my days
This bitch trying to match it up The gumbo got her feeling laced
If you wanna pull up give me your Phone make sure you're not traced
Bitches out here dropping niggas Lo's ain't no body safe
We don't smoke the same i'm Copping bowls you still copping Eights
Momma said you ain't getting shit Until you up them grades
On some real shit fuck school i'm Trying to catch some plays
I ain't linking hoes all they do is Waste my time and flake
If i wanted something i never ask i Was raised to take
Got my money up i took my mom To ruth let's get some steak
Dropping hits while i'm selling Bowls i'm on a steady pace
My intuition crazy i can feel when I'm around a snake
Why ya mad i'm selling ps i'm Going state to state
I'm trying to go to cali cop some Bowls and get paid
I was about to fuck this bitch then She told me wait
Why ya mad i'm selling ps i'm Going state to state
I'm trying to go to cali cop some Bowls and get paid
I was about to fuck this bitch then She told me wait
She a goofy ass hoe you know i'm Getting pape
This a vector with the strap four Five on my waist
Out here moving crazy told my Mom i hope she pray
I love my main bitch but all my Hoes know they place
I ain't say a word i played my part And beat my case
The dzz always on some weird shit They fucking with my days
This bitch trying to match it up The gumbo got her feeling laced
If you wanna pull up give me your Phone make sure you're not traced
Bitches out here dropping niggas Lo's ain't no body safe
We don't smoke the same i'm Copping bowls you still copping Eights
Momma said you ain't getting shit Until you up them grades
On some real shit fuck school i'm Trying to catch some plays
I ain't linking hoes all they do is Waste my time and flake
If i wanted something i never ask i Was raised to take
Got my money up i took my mom To ruth let's get some steak
Dropping hits while i'm selling Bowls i'm on a steady pace
My intuition crazy i can feel when I'm around a snake
Why ya mad i'm selling ps i'm Going state to state
I'm trying to go to cali cop some Bowls and get paid
I was about to fuck this bitch then She told me wait
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